A Michelin Star and a Magical Sunset
The Camino contains multitudes.
Six days ago I was crawling through undergrowth with wine-soaked clothes and questionable life choices. Today I sat in a Michelin star restaurant in Oia watching the sun melt into the Atlantic. This walk refuses to be just one thing.
The road itself continued to deliver what only walking can — those small, perfect towns that exist just off the edge of every map and every itinerary. The kind of places you would never slow down enough to see from a car window, never stumble into from an airport transfer. You earn them with your feet, and they give themselves to you completely in return. That's the quiet gift of the Camino that nobody fully explains before you go.
The people kept coming too. Venezuela, Canada, the United States, Ukraine, England — a small accidental United Nations assembled by nothing more than a shared yellow arrow and a willingness to walk. Every conversation a world you wouldn't otherwise have stepped into.
And then Porto dos Barcos in Oia. My first Michelin star experience, full stop. The food was extraordinary, the service was everything, and the sunset that came with it felt almost unfairly perfect — the kind of ending to a day that makes you want to write it down so you don't lose it. In addition, the company was even better. We laughed for hours- Tele & Chucho- Thanks so much for our 5 hours lunch :)
100 miles left. Five days on the Camino still ahead. It's simultaneously nothing and everything after what these legs have already carried.
Still going. Still eating. Still absolutely winning. 💕
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