Santiago to Belgium

Santiago started out rough, I ended up in Vigo and with some help I got to Santiago. Hungry and dehydrated I scrambled to find the cathedral and pilgrims office. After finding the Cathedral which was huge and impressive I wandered around the narrow streets and decided to go to my accommodation. There the host told me where the bus stop was, and I reminded myself that's why I booked that place. Take bus 6A to the airport for 1€! I got unpacked and remained I showered and hungry and got the way to the peregrino office. Excited I may get some certificate for walking 6 days and over 150Km I pressed on and quickly got to talk to someone. As I figured since I didn't hike into Santiago I was inelegible, but the experience was what I came for and quite the experience I had. With new friends and memories forever, hopefully. I went back to my room and showered and called Denise, then went to get something to eat. The order of events may be wrong here but they all happened. Since it was about 5PM no kitchens were probably open and I knew it. I found a bar with a menu and it was between a hamburger and Roxo (a Galician pork dish). I chose the hamburger and through the hunger driven pain and anguish I waited a literal eternity. My mind was fried with impatience and 'negative vibes'. As it arrived and I took a bite I could feel the warmth and calmness come over me. It was good. Perhaps I made a spectacle of myself. Perhaps that didn't tarnish my ability to enjoy my meal.

Fed and energized I spent the next 3 hours souvenir shopping for Elena and got myself and Dakota a small momento and for him an invitation to do this with me in the future. Throughout this I kept thinking how I should not be traveling alone this way anymore since it isn't quite as fun as with company and I find myself being lonely at times or I needed some self introspection and this was part of it. Face the discomforts of solitude and find the peace and comfort in accepting what can't be changed. It's only me what is so uncomfortable with that? Is it the epitome of selfishness to be at peace in solitude or something else? Maybe another camino is in order to sort this and make it more clear, but it seems to be being stationary that is depressing. Read a book. So I did.

Time passed I took a shower and realized at after 9 I needed 1€ coin for the bus. Certainly this would not be an issue, Dakota and my mom both were keen to rid their coins and I was quick and judicious in paying with them as often as I could. All this and obviously I han not even 1€ in coins at all. Back to the streets, get change or buy something to get change. This took a while but I found a shop with a Chinese girl and her dad (seemingly- they were speaking Chinese) . Good humored she wouldn't give me change but did after I bought something and laughed at my excitement expressed at my minor victory in my effort to get change for the bus.
Now back to the room, check the bags and sleep. Until the screaming of what could only be a jet shook the room and the whole town. The sound, getting louder and louder, got me out of bed to see if it was going to hit us or what.

Going back to be I had to get up at 7 to get my plane out. I was happy to go to Belgium so happy. The morning was uneventful which is great. Got on the bus got to airport got 2 coffees got on plane. Perfect. Maybe next time in santiago will be better and more exciting. Just quiet that baby on the plane.
Ik lieve Anteerpen.
Getting to Charleroi I found Gert out side and we made our way to the car and out of the airport. Charleroi was a bit of a distance from Antwerpen and traffic made it worse. We caught up in that time and he spoke about his intention to hike from Antwerpen to Santiago once retired; what a trip.Baca lagi