Chapter 35

O Cebreiro – Triacastela

Kari, Ali, Jean, Connie, Marguerite, David

‘I could see Connie, her baseball cap pulled down low over her brow and her giant poncho covering her rucksack, keeping her bone dry. She was forging ahead, happy to have a bit of time on her own, and I realised that for the first time since she’d joined me, I wasn’t worried about her. Progress. For the remainder of the morning, I walked with my head down, digging deep, plugging on. The noise of my boots struck a meditative rhythm that soothed me and took my mind off the pain. I wondered if I would miss that grounding tattoo when I was no longer walking for seven or eight hours every day.’