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On the morning of the 21st of Nov. 2019, I went to obtain my compostela and distancia certificates. I had my compostela made out in memory of my childhood friend's mother. Her mother had died rather suddenly the year before, and I arrived in SdC on the anniversary. My friend had thought perhaps to walk with me around the time of her grief, but had not been able to get away from work. The compostela now lives with my friend. My distancia now occupies pride of place in a set of frames that hold my original compostela from 2014, three distancias and a padronia.
After the certificates had been secured, I went to mass in the small chapel... and then joined the lunch at the Parador. *so much rain!*.
I wandered town and found the old Irish college. I spent time wandering around the university buildings, and considered some shopping at Massimo Dutti but then did not... (We do not have that store where I live and my son really likes their scarves, gloves etc). I found some trinkets for folks at home -- a favourite student was defending her PhD that week, and so I bought her a figa pendant... wondered if I could fit rueda cups in my pack to take home (no). Found some fine leather gloves for son's girlfriend (his request)....
...and generally wandered. I had churros in a cafe beside the Last Stamp, thanked my lucky stars for my good fortune, and decided that I would not try to walk on (nor even to bus) to Fisterra. I was starting to feel a bit run-down and figured down time would be quite OK.
I would stay until the 22nd in SdC and would leave very very early in the morning on the 23rd, taking the train back down into Portugal, to a little sea-side village, Salir do Porto, where I had booked into a B&B for a "do nothing but eat, read and stroll" rest before ending my sabbatical and heading back to prep classes through December.
No photos for now because Safari crashes on my old MB-Air so I will upload photos later from iPad.
After the certificates had been secured, I went to mass in the small chapel... and then joined the lunch at the Parador. *so much rain!*.
I wandered town and found the old Irish college. I spent time wandering around the university buildings, and considered some shopping at Massimo Dutti but then did not... (We do not have that store where I live and my son really likes their scarves, gloves etc). I found some trinkets for folks at home -- a favourite student was defending her PhD that week, and so I bought her a figa pendant... wondered if I could fit rueda cups in my pack to take home (no). Found some fine leather gloves for son's girlfriend (his request)....
...and generally wandered. I had churros in a cafe beside the Last Stamp, thanked my lucky stars for my good fortune, and decided that I would not try to walk on (nor even to bus) to Fisterra. I was starting to feel a bit run-down and figured down time would be quite OK.
I would stay until the 22nd in SdC and would leave very very early in the morning on the 23rd, taking the train back down into Portugal, to a little sea-side village, Salir do Porto, where I had booked into a B&B for a "do nothing but eat, read and stroll" rest before ending my sabbatical and heading back to prep classes through December.
No photos for now because Safari crashes on my old MB-Air so I will upload photos later from iPad.