Well, I made it. I am in the great 12th century Cathedral in Santiago, and I must admit, he end of the journey is somewhat of an anti-climax. Yes, I have fallen to my knees in prayer. After all, I have walked a long way to be here. But I think as in most things the important part is the journey itself, which is just a preparation for the destination, after all. Continue reading
I feel like I am running to keep up with Gail, who I’ve been with almost all morning. It is, once again, raining and/or cloudy, but my knee feels great. I have been told that I can take lots more Ibuprofen than I had been doing, and it seems to work.
Gail tells me her story. Continue reading
It is raining again today. All day. I thought the rain in Spain was mainly on the plain? Not in the hills?
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