St. James Way

67th Hiking Day

On the way from Finisterre to Muxia. First of all: take care Steffi. Goodbye Yanga. Whatever you're going to do in future. This morning I had breakfast again in the bar that last time I had rated as the second worst bar on the whole walk. Unpleasant memory of a far too loud innkeeper, flies and a round in the shit house, when I realized afterwards that there was only one single, incredibly thin sheet of toilet paper left. I didn't even notice this time because I was approaching it from a different direction. It wasn't until the bus to Santiago stopped across the street when I realized: wait a minute. You know this place. But by then I was already working with toast and coffee. It wasn't that bad this time. Perception also changes. Apart from that, because I forgot to mention: yesterday and today I heard the squawking of seagulls again. Made it to the coast.

By the way, yesterday I did some dance moves while walking. An ode to youth. However, I looked back each time before I did it. Not that anyone would watch this.

It's just an outrage that I couldn't accept. Turned on "Hey Brother" by Avicii to a maximum and then go, hands up. This time without the shoulder look. It simply can't be, that I have always this barrier inside of me.

I just passed Spencer from Montana who was coming from Muxia. Today he walks to Finisterre and then he wants to tackle the Camino Portugues from Santiago. Quickly took a farewell photo of both of us.

I wasn't really aware that »Nur ein Wort« from »Wir sind Helden« is such a great song. Heard it twice on Youtube in a restaurant between Finisterre and Muxia and rewound it again and again to catch everything and think it through.

And then of course I have to watch the film »Joker« with Joaquin Phoenix. Watched the trailer up and down like 20 times.

And then, under the noisy swing of a huge wind wheel, I am a little sad that everything is coming to an end. I walk very slowly, stop and watch the wind wheels spinning.

Same procedure in Muxia: drank beer, heard "Knockin 'on Heaven’s Door" and sat on the rock by the church and looked at the sea. That always works. Whether at the Atlantic coast or at the Baltic Sea. You need to give it a try. Really cool idea from Yanga. By the way, I am currently watching the celebration of the 30th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall on television. I forgot, there was something. But I also noticed something when I was standing by the sea: it would have been even better in company. Apart from that emotionally stable. I probably haven't realized yet, that today was the last hiking day. Here in the Albergue I am alone except for that crazy beer-bellied German neighbour who probably stops by here on a regular basis. It's a pity. But reason says: who cares actually? I had so many great days in company. You also have to appreciate the overall package. Right now I have to think of Georg when he had emptied a bottle of wine in the restaurant (2nd part of the 1st Camino) while he was writing in his diary. Invited him to our table. He apologized several times for slurring. I hadn't noticed anything at all actually. On the contrary: with a bottle of vino tinto intus, he was doing superb. Here is to Georg!

It is also time to involve myself in work again. You can also find enrichment in this.

And yet: maybe it's time for a new adventure again.