Today was the end of this adventure. I had reached the End of the World – or at least the most westerly point in Europe. To reach this point and get back to Santiago today, meant a 5 am s...

  Today I reached the Atlantic Ocean. Not the end of the world yet, but close. My journey today took me to Muxia, a coastal town on a rocky coastline. Part of the walk took a route following the ...

  I love Santiago de Compostela. Admittedly I have only really explored the city center and the historic sector. It is a bustling city with quiet alcoves where you can sit and watch the world go ...

  We reached Santiago, our goal. Although walking into the city held no emotions for me, it wasn’t until Andrew and I walked into the plaza, in front of the cathedral, that the enormity of ...

  An excellent night last evening chatting with fellow peregrinos, reminiscing about experiences since St Jean, bemoaning filgrims and sharing remedies for beating blisters. The day was spent cr...

  One final task – walk to Finisterre via Muxia, the end of the world. With a much lighter backpack ( left about a third of the contents at the hotel in Santiago) I was able to make great t...

  This is the opening line of my favorite poem, “The Road not Taken,” by Robert Frost. There are many interpretations but for me it talks of the choices that we make that create oppor...

  Today we left the plains and started for the hills. Again Andrew was out front and I was playing catch up which has worked out fine. We can walk at our own pace and spend breaks talking and jok...