…….or ‘the unravelling.’ I arrived back home October 25, 2025. My plants had survived their neglect. In fact three orchids that rarely bloomed were in promising bud. I met pilgrims for coffee on the 26th and walked with another group of pilgrims on the 27th. I obviously never get tired of walking and talking. The

Today was a great day. There was no rain and it was warm enough for shirtsleeves. I had breakfast at the cafe´ I had the salad at last night, Negra. They did a wonderful scrambled eggs on toast in a very relaxing atmosphere. I then left to find Livraria Lello, the most beautiful book store

Today was an interesting day. I slept well in the hostel last night. I didn’t need dinner. My two lunches were very filling. I left about 7:45am to have breakfast at the bus station which was a block away from the hostel. I bypassed all the shrink wrapped offerings on the counter and asked the

Somehow the world lets you know when it’s time to go home and reset your compass. I have returned to the Albergue by the bus station. I got a much better bunk in a slightly better room (or a much better room with a slightly better bunk) with a phone charger right beside me. This

Today I thought I had the day to myself. I would look in every shop for small gifts to take home. I could lose myself in the labyrinth of streets that descend from the Cathedral and send you to your various purgatories. My phone was charged and I felt confident I could get out of

What does one do when there is nothing to do? Well it turns out a lot. I’ll keep you posted.

SCQ is the name of the new hostel. It’s much nicer although further from the bus station. The hostel last night had no windows. It was very busy and claustrophobic. This hostel has lovely big windows a large eating and cooking area and fewer people. Tomorrow I will walk 1km into the old town to

Yesterday Cynthia and I took the bus from Muxia to Santiago. Tracey gave us a lift into town and showed us the church on the rocks, which is very beautiful. We had a seafood lunch. I had clams in a Marinara sauce and Cynthia had giant shrimps. When we got to Santiago, we had a