About a million and a half steps after walking out of the municipal albergue in St Jean, today I walked into the Pilgrim office in Santiago de Compostella to receive my final stamp in my pilgrim’s credential and my Compostella. A very nice document but the rewards for this journey cannot be framed. Once I had the paperwork done my next thought like most pilgrims is to find a bed for the night. It turns out that arriving into a major tourist city on a weekend is not such a good idea. The first six hotels I tried were booked solid. I finally found a hotel, checked in, showered, and put on my cleanest cloths and set out to find food. Not difficult here.
Once I had eaten, I returned to the hotel as the flood of emotions started to hit me along with the realization of aches and pains I was forced to deny for the past month. It will take some time to work out the soreness in my shoulders, back, and legs and to heal the blisters. The knee I twisted in the mountains on day one will require more attention than just rest and I ache for the comfort of my own home and the company of my life companion who has helped to make all this possible.
It was all worth it.
Thanks for your interest and attention.