I walked into Santiago today! It was a beautiful day and a great walk.

I’m thinking a lot about how this pilgrimage has affected me. I definitely don’t feel like the same person who started this journey.

Today, the walk was unrelentingly beautiful.

The last big climb had been looming in front of me for days, the great hike to O Cebrereiro.

There’s a saying that “the Camino provides.” I’ve been a bit skeptical about it, but I’m beginning to get it.

I walked 16 miles and it felt easy.

These past few days have been an awful stretch.

Tonight after dinner the owner of the Hostal knocked on my door. When I opened it I found her standing there grinning from ear to ear.

As I get closer to Santiago I see changes along the way.

I set an intention when I started the Camino to use this pilgrimage as a time to allow for grieving.

What might seem like madness at home seems normal here.

I could stay in Burgos for a week.

This was the first time I got caught in the rain.

My first day on my own.

MJ and I are sitting at breakfast now, catching up on emails. We’re also trying not to cry.

In the olden days they used donkeys.