I woke up early and full of energy. I left Albergue Edreira in the dark with lots of rain. The rain drizzled or poured throughout the day. While factually soaked, it was the farthest thing from my mind. I would have been oblivious to a hurricane.
I am sure that every emotion in life was experienced over my five hour walk to Santiago. There was immense joy, a great sense of accomplishment, intense sadness, and fulfilled contentment. I danced, sang, and cried. Each emotion hit me like a wave without notice or warning. I was NOT in to hurry to finish and arrive in Santiago. The ups and downs that developed in my mind were due to the anticipation. I imagine the feeling is similar to the moment before walking down the aisle or perhaps knowing that you took a breath and there are only ten left. It was anticipation of the unknown.
The cathedral was immaculate. When my eyes saw the building and my ears heard he solo notes from a bagpiper, I cried. The service was incredible. It was hard to realize that I was seeing many new friends for the last time. I cried. Seeing six men pulling a rope in unison and the giant botafumeiro swinging from its rope was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I cried.
It was pretty cool to receive my compestela. The first name always has a Latin reference. Mine is Conradum. On October 11, I became one of several million people to have walked the Camino de Santiago over the past thirteen hundred years.
The reason you are on this email is because you are the most important people in my life. I hope you were able to accompany me on this journey or at least learn a bit more about me.
It has been a pleasure.
I left with some questions and will return with a plethora.
It has been one hell of a Buen Camino,