As it turned out, that was one of the most fortunate circumstances of my Camino because as I left the albergue I fell into step with a few other late starters passing by who had stayed the night at another albergue: Maria and Beth from Catalunya, Adolfo from Valencia, Diego from Málaga, and Annick from France. I had written some post cards to send home to friends and family and asked the group if they knew where a post box might be and, as we seemed to be walking at roughly the same tempo, I continued walking with them through Logroño and beyond. We didn't walk the entire remainder of the Camino together, and several days later we lost Diego and Adolfo, but for the most part, my Camino memories from Logroño to Finisterre are intertwined with, and mean very little without, Maria, Beth, and Annick. I miss them so much now it is difficult to write this.
|Inside one of the best albergues|
on the Camino
|In the courtyard - Diego, Annick, Adolfo, 2 Japanese pilgrims whose |
names I forget and an unidentified pilgrim on the right.