O Pedrouzo to Santiago de Compostela

...Lady Caz, please forgive me for my sins - I have woefully neglected the masses (about 6 of you) and failed in my posting duties.

Oh well!! Back on the horse! 🐴

The last few days have been a whirlwind. Getting to Santiago, stepping over the metaphorical finish line, resting, adjusting, sightseeing, the days are suddenly full of so many different things! Not just taking one step ahead 40,000 times!!

Still, please send out a cosmic slap of the privileged hand; it's truly unfair that I shirk the duties of vicarious traveller. Said duties resume as of now. Lexie, put down the knife.

This day was my last leg of the Camino, a calm 20km through incredibly Tasmanian looking forest from O Pedrouzo to Santiago de Compostela. My mind wasn't really on the walking, and the kilometres fell away underfoot.

Soon enough, I was entering a city, feeling a charged sense of excitement and fulfillment in the air, as pilgrims converged, focus fixed, weaving through the cobblestones towards the cathedral. Music starts to reach your ears, sounds of people revelling, your steps speed up; you funnel down through the archway, and there you are. There it is. The end, the pinnacle, the goal.

I lay down. Sun in my eyes, breeze on my face. I do nothing but look up. I'm here.Read more