We set out from Gonzar and I had a feeling that we’d met the Magician’s other Camino brother early in the morning. I was dreading that I’d suddenly feel isolated from the Magician as they caught up together and probably spoke mostly in French together. I was aware that if I feared this, I might also end up attracting it, and/ or see it everywhere. The Magician happily bubbled away, looking forward to seeing him and sharing the celebratory final days of walking together into Santiago.
We met him rounding a corner and they were ecstatic to see each other. I stepped back to give them space to catch up and called my mum. Their incessant musical French conversation drifting on the wind till they disappeared out of sight. I slowly tried to calm myself down, but the jealous feeling of being left right at the end kept bubbling away under the surface, as much as I tried to ignore this. This was only compounded when catching up with them later in the morning, the Magician was happily telling his other Brother he could stay with us while we worked on our joint project together. I felt sick. The Magician hadn’t even talked to me about it, before inviting someone to come and ‘live’ with us, and help us on a project we’d discussed about doing together. This minor point became a focal point in my mind, evidence I used as a baton to rally all potentially incriminating evidence too that we weren’t working and he didn’t care about me. My mind started creating its narrative on how I had been slighted, and whether I’d really been doing what I’d wanted and planned to do all along.
I walked the majority of the day alone. Trying to use the excercise to burn away the intensity of my emotions, my fear, my jealously. But it didn’t work. It just compounded more and more in my mind. After I stopped to wait for the Magician and his other Brother to catch me up, we ended up walking together for the last part of the day. We eventually arrived at Mélide (a prett-ish town). Here the Camino Primitivo joins the Camino Frances on the final kilometres into Santiago. The Camino Primitivo is the oldest Pilgrim walk on the way of St James. Mélide itself has a important reputation for having the best Octopus here. I didn’t try it however though, as I’ve been working hard to be vegetarian, with a plan to become vegan over time.
Arriving into Mélide became more aggravating for me. I’m not very good at handling people telling me what to do…. Well the other Brother had walked backwards from Santiago to meet us. The result of that was he already knew Mélide and then proceeded to direct us to where he thought was best. This made the town lose some of its sheen for me, and I didn’t like having the surprise of exploring the place taken away for me. But that was it, the Magician was very happy to spend time with his other Brother, and I just had to be along for the ride.