Day 42 - walking from Olveiroa to Corcubion (21km)

The walk this morning started through a thick magical fog. The path started to climb as the sun rose and it lit the large windmills close beside me. I stopped for some juice and then started on a long 15km stretch through the black remains of forests towards the ocean. I knew when I was close from the smell and then I caught a glimpse of the flat water on the horizon and it sent a chill of excitement down my back. I love the ocean and wanted to run towards it, but I was still quite far away. I stopped a little earlier today than I had originally planned in the town of Corcubion. When I had arrived in Santiago I rushed into the city and this time I would arrive the next day with a bit more energy in Finisterre.

That night it was just me and the Argentinian hospitalero and we had a good conversation that helped me unwind from all of the walking. I know a couple other pilgrims expected me to arrive in Finisterre with them, but I find I am often influenced to do things that other people want so it was good for me to stay. In our conversation and during our meal the hospitalero kept reminding me to do what I want. I was also told not to think too much about things, to live in the present and not worry too much about the past and the future. He used the idea of the backpack and how while walking you have to learn to take things out that you don´t need and in the same way in life you have to learn to not be weighed down by your thoughts. I was in luck because he is a Tango musician and I was reminded of another dream of mine which is to learn the Argentina tango preferrably in Argentina. It was treat to listen to him play the guitar in a quiet house not far from the ocean.