Day 22...8 October 2012

I struggle...I get no sleep...I even struggle through my scrambled eggs!  The 17km of rocky downhill does nothing to improve my mood!

Ponferrada doesn´t come soon enough.  As much as I would like to walk the further 17km I do not have it in me to resist the bus. 

Cacabelos provides a practical albergue.  "Twin rooms" with walls that do not reach the top...but more privacy than usual.  The guys struggle today...it was not an easy road through the towns.  It is a hard slog.

The teasing is incessant...as a family would do.  I feel content with this crowd and I have a feeling we are not going to hit Santiago together...but I hope this is not the last I see of them.  The kinship developed is one of old and I desire to meet where they come from.  On the camino you only know as much as someone tells you...but the bond is strong for the duration.

Our time is nearing the end and with heartsore emotion I realise so much has happened, but yet I crave more!  I am not ready to return to the world without earplugs and blisters just yet!