Santiago de Compostela

Yesterday, I woke before dawn, and I went for a walk. I went for a long walk. I walked for 40 kilometers. I walked for 10 hours. I walked in the dark and through eucalyptus forests and along highways and in the rain and in the sun and near airports and through wee towns. I walked and walked.

And at the end, I walked into a big square. There, I took off my backpack, and I took off my boots, and I lay down right in the middle, and I looked up at the sky and the clouds and the big cathedral, and I cried.

I did it.

(But I´m not done yet . . .)