An excellent night last evening chatting with fellow peregrinos, reminiscing about experiences since St Jean, bemoaning filgrims and sharing remedies for beating blisters.
The day was spent crossing paths. Chris and Becka would surge ahead and then stop at a cafe. My pace was much slower but I stopped less, eventually passing them. This leap frogging continued until we reached the crossroads. Due to time, they were going straight to Finisterre. I was going to Muxia and then along the coast to Finisterre.
So at the crossroad I said goodbye probably never to meet again. Even though we had only just met, it seemed longer because of the common experience we had shared. Maybe we will meet again but sometimes it is time to say goodbye.