Last night wasn’t a late one in the end, but I didn’t sleep at all… I think a combination of caffeine, nerves, anxiety, street noise and too much food all played a part. Today Jaz arrives and my fellow pilgrims set off for Muxia & Finisterre.
I give up on sleeping at around 7.30am, I stand in the shower for ages just trying to feel refreshed.
At 9am I knock on Bruno’s door, he eventually answers, he too looks shattered. I tell him Jaz has landed and I’m going to meet her by the Cathedral. As I enter the square I see a few of the others so I head over to join them, shortly after I see a taxi arrive. It’s Jaz, I can see her from across the square, my mind plays out a million scenarios in a split second. My pace quickens as I dodge tourists and pilgrims alike making my way towards her, she stands before the cathedral staring up at it’s incredible façade. As I sneak up behind her, I have a lump in my throat, I throw my arms around her and squeeze her tight.
The rest of the day is spent wandering around the city, sleeping, eating, checking in at the tourist information centre and introducing Jaz to the guys that haven’t left yet…
Tomorrow we leave early for Finisterre!