Apologies for the late of updates lately. I haven't had much time to take photos, let alone, blog about them.
Months after my trip's over I'm still culling photos from my laptop. Going back through the photos, I realised I never posted any photo from Santiago. These were taken the day after the walk, on a spectacular autumn afternoon.
The last day I set out early at 5:30 and was awake way before the alarm beeped. My last walk through the forest in complete darkness. I can still remembered getting a little teary as I saw Santigo from the last hill. I struggled to speak to a fellow pilgrim while getting my book stamped. All too soon, I could no longer see the arrows. Lost (again)? But then, I saw the cathedral, a many of my fellow pilgrims have stopped. They looked at me and nodded, and I realised that it was all over.
And boy, did I cry. They cried with me too, amongst lots of hugs and kisses.
I left Santiago in the morning, early, just before sunrise. The cathedral square was quiet except for the sound of the simple hymn sung by a lone pilgrim. Her voice was pure and had this amazing strength, that was at times delicate and spirited. I sat down to listen while the song carried through the square, the same words and sounds echoed endlessly.
It was definitely an unforgettable experience.