The photos speak for themselves, peaceful comtemplation before a return to the norm of our daily camino…
Penola magic, after reviving showers, drinks, a meal and a sound night’s sleep the next day started with our participation in the children’s mass, morning tea with the Sisters, a tour of the Centre and later the town… just before embarking on our mamoth trek home via buses and trains.
While in Penola we felt elated for our acheivement and a sense of sadness that we had reached an end…In fact it hit me when the bus entered the big smoke of Ballarat… we had just spent 9 days away from the everyday worries of our busy lives and now we were in amongst it again… it felt a little like a cold shower… a little shiver and I propelled myself forward to catch the train to Melbourne… we shared the last of our chocolate, big hugs and farewells at Southern Cross and swallowed back into the fray of suburban life.
Buen Camino, fellow pilgrims which ever road you traverse.