Caldas de Reis to Padron - Santiago in sight

Almost without realising, my Camino Portuguese is coming to an end. Tomorrow I walk into Santiago. 
The path unfolds- you talk to yourself, you look ahead,  you hear footsteps and foreign language approaching over your shoulder. Then silence. . . 
I stopped into a church I passed along the way . . .
Impressive to visit an open church - subtle signs of faith and devotion permeate this Camino.
Walking was interspersed with familiar greetings and catch-ups with people I had met - and lively surprising conversations from people out of the blue - like Carmen!
She’s from Granada - and as she walked on, we farewelled to strains of The Toreador Song 🎶

Not long after that, my feet started to scream at me!
Time for some self medication (Coke and Nurofen) and foot first aid (out with the needle and thread). No photos folks - too gross!

The approach to Padron was shady and peaceful. Camino friends were already at tables, and in the queue at the albergue.

I arrived minutes after opening- within an hour - it was full. I settled in, showered and dressed and headed back to the bar tables by the river with my guitalele.

So good to be here - one day out with Santiago in sight!