After so many hard miles we seem to have relaxed into the last 100 km. Not that the riding is any easier but perhaps it is that after a week of thinking we were nearly there, we are really nearly there.
Close enough to touch
Truth be told we could be there tonight if we just put our heads down and ride, ride, ride. Like that’s ever going to happen.
We are like paper pilgrims
I feel like the paper pilgrims we made at the fountain in Arzua. Passing the time of day we ripped pages from our notebooks, folded them into paper pilgrim people, and floated them on the town fountain. They looked as if they would float effortlessly into Santiago.
But life’s not like that
Of course reality will not be like that. Unless we have already died and gone to heaven. Cameron was quick to prove that, recovering the little people and squishing them into a soggy ball of papier mache mess. Strangely, we could all relate to that too.