I finished walking yesterday, but unfinished business.
This morning I got my Compostela and distance certificate and visited the remains of Santiago in the cathedral.
I went to the anglophone pilgrim house and met Faith who owns it.
I went to Casa Ivar and met Ivar, I thanked him for his work on the forum.
I said goodbye to Marc and had lunch with the French group.
I’m so tired, now, it’s all catching up with me.
I’d like to write something profound but it isn’t in me. I’d like to say that Santiago wants all my friends to come to him and encourages them not to wait until its to late. Santiago, who has beckoned me on for two years of planning and three months on the road. But I have to be honest and say that before his tomb, I felt his presence much less than I did on the Way. Maybe it’s the hoards of tourists or the fact that the cathedral now is a construction site, but it was hard to feel that his tomb was a place of great spiritual significance. Maybe it’s that the spirit of Santiago really is in the Way not in the destination? Don’t get me wrong, none of this changes my sense of compulsion, mission or accomplishment, I’m just describing my feelings, my weakness I suppose. I’ll go back to him tomorrow. I feel a strong affinity still, I’ve felt his presence drawing me in, pushing me on. But I remember last time I didn’t particularly enjoy being in Santiago de Compostela either.
Enough of this. There is no conclusion here. And I’m very happy to have started and to be finished and I’ve enjoyed every day of it, today included. And now I cant wait to be home.