Today, is kinda harder. Everyone I walked with is heading on – home, or to Finisterra. My feet are now infected, swollen, and cannot fit into my shoes. Worse, not better. I must seek medical attention. Resolution, closure, transitions, as such.

I liked it better when the pain was from walking.

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Needed a doctor, and meds and a taxi to drive me for walking sandals that do not harm my toes. Let feet begin healing. It is a good thing that I could complete the Camino walk before this overtook me, although this too seems part of my Camino.

It is good that Rusty accompanied me to the clinic, and helped me seek help. I feel okay that the Royals move on to Finesterra, while I manage my last two nights lodging, laundry, and re-consolidation of my gear for travel home. Would be nice but not needed to have someone in support company, too, of course.

Seen and treated by Doc in time to welcome Rohe just after her Camino finish. Mass again.

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My dear friends, I may now hear you with unplugged ears. That may be dangerous – for one or the other.

Begging forgiveness, these are not my words, but dear words of a dear one, that I want here for me: “When their journey ended, they are unprepared for the emotions of loss – of their companions and even of the journey itself. … The return to “ordinary” life will take time to adjust, which may not be understood by others. Take your time, my friend. Continue the healing – inside and out.”

Live outside as much as one is able, no matter the weather. ENOUGH is better than MORE.