“Yes,” I reply, double checking my GPS.
“But I don’t see any arrows,” my fellow peregrino points out.
We look around and spot - on the far side of the road - the distinct Camino waymarking sign.
That’s what happens when you’re too busy chatting and not paying attention to where you’re going.
So there’s really no excuse to stray from the path with so much waymarking, particularly along the Spanish route – you could just about get to Santiago without a map or GPS on this last stage where all three Portuguese paths converge and there’s a noticeable increase in pilgrim traffic.
(Ahem, there's that one time I was walking out of a major town and found myself on the wrong side of a major intersection and couldn’t safely cross the road – leading to an unnecessarily long detour. Aah, and that second time I arrived into another town and the yellow Camino signs suddenly disappeared. To be fair, there were two other pilgrims just in front who were equally confused and I could see them walking around in circles for a while…)
But other than that, the signage was pretty obvious.
Sustenance along the way
Apart from this potential carnivorous addition, the croquettes sounded rather appealing.
Ah, spider crab. “In that case, I’ll have the croquettes.” Which were sensationally delicious. As was the seafood I indulged in throughout the Camino: cod, muscles, sardines, sea bream, octopus, calamari, paella.
The only sweet of choice in Portugal was, of course, pastel de natas (Portuguese custard tarts). I had eyes - and stomach - for nothing else.
And so, on my last day in Portugal as I boarded the ferry for Spain, I realised I had no idea what dessert to eat for the rest of my pilgrimage. Quite the dilemma; one which was resolved in the town of Vigo. I was in Spain for five days before I had my first local dessert, tentatively suggested by the non-English speaking waiter: Santiago cake – an equally yummy almond cake named in honour of Santiago (St James), the patron saint of Galicia. Quite fitting, really.
We were 4km out of Santiago and after a late lunch stop, the time was nudging past 3pm. After two weeks of walking, and the finish line so tantalisingly close, I just wanted to get to Santiago. And kick off my hiking boots.
Like the first day of the Camino, this last day was a long one – 25km – and I found myself dragging my feet the whole way. And stopping for breaks frequently.
“Thanks, but if I don’t leave now, I won’t be able to keep going,” I say to my friends.
I re-tied my shoelaces, picked up my trekking poles and walked out on the Irish couple.
Santiago de Compostella
Surprisingly, there’s no finish line in Santiago. No final signpost announcing the official end of the pilgrimage.
However, all pilgrims head straight for the imposing Santiago Cathedral as they arrive in town, the end point of the Portuguese and French Caminos.
After that, most head to the Pilgrim Office to queue for their Compostella, the official seal of approval for their Camino achievement.
I just wanted to kick off my hiking boots. And have a soak.
After all, tomorrow’s another (free) day of sightseeing.