I am almost to Santiago. And in spite of the many new peregrinos the Camino is still a lovely walk. 

  
   

  

  

Along with so many other things I have learned on the Camino, I now know what to do in cases of bovine emergency:

 

Thanks to my German amigo’s recommendation, I now have some appropriate music with which to walk through this very Celtic part of Spain — from the Spanish bagpiper, Hevia. (Who would have ever guessed I’d willingly listen to bagpipe music?)

And once more, I’ve been getting signs.  Signs of home.

Other Seattle peregrinos have been popping up and I ran into a group of Seattle and Portland cyclists few days back in a little village (Amy, Kempton says hi!).

And this? As I sat in my little room, reading and writing, I suddenly felt I should get up and look out my window. 

But the final straw came when I returned to my room after dinner. I opened the door and then stepped back to look around. Had someone gone into my room? But a quick check revealed that everything was as I left it. 

So the only conclusion I can draw is:

I have become stinky.

It’s time to go home.