June 22, 2017: Arrived in Santiago. Happy to arrive, happy to see Susan. Sad to be done. At that time, the Cathedral was wrapped in scaffolding and blue tarps. June 2019 was much better.
My family for that day.
We did make the Mass and my wife and daughter who did not walk, enjoyed it as well.
Not the last dinner with friends and fellow Pilgrims but the sand in the hour-glass is running out. It was the festival of San Xoan and we witnessed the witches marching into the plaza.
The next pictures are from the 23rd, some of my friends were on their way to Finisterre, others took the bus there. My knee was screaming so I stayed in Santiago to get my wife and daughter off to France. Some of us toured the Cathedral.
These two gentlemen are Juan and Henry (on the right) from Puerto Rico, Juan now lives in Orlando. I met Henry coming down from the Cruz de Ferro, he'd started only the day before and he was beat. I sat with him and chatted, I shared my banana with him but mostly we just talked for about 10 minutes. He seemed much better. I met him again in Triacastella where he bought me a beer and told me he'd given me a nickname "el ángel del camino de las cabras", the angel of the goat path. I don't/didn't deserve it, all I did was take an interest in a fellow human being. I'll take it though. If anyone knows them, I've been very concerned because shortly after their Camino, the horrific hurricane hit Puerto Rico and I've worried about my friend Henry ever since.
With my family in Santiago, I waited until the next day to claim my certificate and continued to meet wonderful people, this was taken by Maria from Slovakia who started in Sarria. She felt unfulfilled and wanted to start in SJPP. She'd finished the Camino but she had not yet started it. I hope she has now.
That night, before we were all scattered to the winds, we had an epic Tapas Crawl. As my friend Nigel from Northern Ireland taught me, it was mad craic.