The pilgrims' hostels were all crowded in the last kilometers. We had reached the sports hall, which was closest to Santiago. washed once more in the simplest way-after all, were clean socks and co-wrote one last time to the travel diary and by the light of the flashlight exchanged addresses and completes. The next day involved five clock out of bed. I slept very deeply. My sleep had changed, and now I used every minute of the rest. Around us, snoring like a choir of hundreds of frogs. Our special friends who use and always drank the Camino for a kind of tour Ballermann slept peacefully. Somehow, I was incredulous Now that everything has a sense was over. On the one hand I wanted was fond of backpacking on the other hand, it once again a decent bed, and not always the same three pairs of dress socks. But now it went to the last kilometer. Kraus made my run for a short time after the first hour of our journey a little whimsies, but then it went, at nine a coffee break with Schokoladencrossant and a cappuccino. We wanted to stay in touch, we said to ourselves, and we knew that something not usually met. My goodness, I had this kind of-my-loving people all won. The atmosphere is made up of a mixture Looking forward, still to be in Santiago and from the sadness of having to leave these wonderful people again. I felt at that time then to go one big loop, perhaps even to Spain around-only to have time with them to spend.
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