Life is good. The last two months have been better than I could have ever imagined. The pinnacle of this incredible summer was arriving in Santiago this morning. Yesterday, we endured rain and cold to make it to Pedrouzo, but bad weather was not able to kill our enthusiasm as we neared the finish line. It helped that we stayed in an older wooden cabin with a skylight to view the storm. As the sun set, it took the storm with it and Pedrouzo came alive with a Mideival Galician festival. There was magic, chanting, spell casting, demons, and fire breathing. These are the sorts of things you just can’t plan while traveling. You just have to get lucky.
It was an early start this morning at 5am, but even on 3 hours sleep, I was buzzing with excitement for Santiago. I’ve learned to love la niebla (fog), and it’s ever presence during the dark Galician mornings. It held something extra this morning, of what, I’ll never know.
We entered the city at 11:00 to the sounds of bagpipes and a mandolin. The smells of fresh seafood and morning pastries battled for street supremacy.
So much about life is the journey, this one has been nothing short of superb. I’m not sure what to do or where to go from here, but I’ll be taking the pilgrim spirit with me.