Day 41: Lavacolla to Big S (15,4k)

Help me. I’ve got shin splints and a three-day hangover. I’m writing this in my bunk bed at Sixtos Hostel, from where we need to check out in thirty-four minutes. Then we’re going to the Pilgrim’s Office for our certificates and then we’re going to mass, cause mass was full yesterday, so instead we opted for a mass of whiskey. How can they sell a whole glass of it for €2,80!? We never had a chance.

Before all that I hope we will go for a big breakfast though. I might even eat a pig. Ran into CanBrit outside the cathedral yesterday and they recommended a good place for a full English. I scoffed. Now I do not scoff. Now I want to eat a pig.

Sadly, our photographers missed the cathedral, but I’m pretty sure we’re in the right place

We were so ready when we walked into Santiago. It was raining like a motherfucker. All of it was paved yesterday. Hence shin splints. I mean if I were ever to get them, the last day is the best day. But ouch. I woke up every hour of the (admittedly, very short) night from the pain. And now soon we have to move again. Twenty-nine minutes.

After taking all the photos in front of the cathedral we had beers and tuna empanadas in a tiny hot cafe, steaming from everybody’s wet backpacks and socks and selves. Then we walked back the way we came and met a bunch of pilgrim friends who were on their own home stretch. It was really fun and celebratory. My head just hurts a little too much to fully convey this right now.

Let me return after some oink-oink.

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