Santiago de Compostela, Spain October 29, 2022
I’m a bit lost. I had my usual breakfast of bacon and eggs, then picked up my backpack that I had sent from Saint Jean a lifetime ago, took it to the hotel where I will be staying tonight, and then I didn’t know what to do with myself. For 37 days it has been the same thing – eat, walk, eat, sleep. Repeat. I feel sad, I feel empty, I feel lonely and it doesn’t help that it’s a very gray, rainy day. I’m hopeful that once I’m in my PRIVATE!! room, I’ll be better.
In order to verify one’s walk and earn the compostela, you buy a passport at the start and your hostels stamp it verifying that you’ve stayed there. Walkers have to complete a certain distance before they are admitted into some albergues and bikers have to go even further. Restaurants, churches and even roadside stands offer “sellos”-
and a half order of calamari. The pulpo wasn’t as good as in O Pedrouzo but the calamari was exceptional. I was charged half price for each which I appreciate. It’s not like in Canada where you order a half order and get charged 2/3 price. How does that make sense?