Camino, Walk, Day 1 Tuesday October 11 - Leaving for Finisterre-Muxia

Not a wink of sleep until well after 5 am.  Overslept & woken @ 8 am by Judi, thank goodness!

The church service was all in Spanish so a bit losst on me there, but nothing was lost on anyone when the incense were lit,  a single Priest swung it while 4-5 Priests masterfully managed its rise and swing side to side/back & forth over the people and high into the ceiling.   I'll never forget it.  It was a spectacle yet holy at the same time.  The smoke wafting upwards with the prayers of the people.  The power of the magnificient massive silver ___________  swinging wasl also joyful, freeing, playful - what child of any age doesn't want to swing?  What an intersting ritual for the otherwise serious, deathly, church tradition filled with bribed loyalty, purchased forgiveness & fearful "unconditional love".

After a brunch Judi & Jesse, Meg and I headed out - at VERY different paces...the former taking a firm lead!  

MY CAMINO, MY WAY!
Meg is wonderful in her accommodations for me. She understands and is only too happy to navigate as well as secure lodgings.  She also is able to chunk our days in to much smaller sections than she is used to doing so that I can stay with it without having to "survive" it!  I am so grateful!  After today's very light walk I feel I can do this.  That said, the goal for tomorrow is easily twice what we did today but it makes sense.  Now that I am broken in a bit, have gotten a feel for how it can go - generally, with stops to rest, refresh, eat a bit etc.  I am actually ok with the plan.  





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