Waiting to go home...

So the past three days have been a whirlwind. We made it in to Santiago and it was hot, 25 degrees in the square.

I started to cry as we came into Santiago. Not at this point but as we walked passed the man playing the bag pipes

As many of you know, my father passed away in April 2013. There have been many times during my Camino that I have had signs that he was here with me on this journey and this was yet another.

Martin and I took a few more fun photos:

This is the Templar Peregrino behind us.

By the time we got to the plaza it was hot and I was tired and the amount of commercialization was a bit of a turn off. So we took a couple of pictures and went off to find our accommodation.

Later we took a few pictures after we got ready for dinner, note the new dress, no peregrino garb for my final night.

This has been an amazing adventure for me. As it comes to a close, I can't begin to sum up what I learned and I am told that it takes several months to fully assess the many "take aways."

What I know this morning is I met people from all over the world with a single goal, walking to Santiago de Compostela. We all made this our own Camino and we were so blessed to have shared it with each other.

Thank you all for sharing this journey with me. It has been so much fun to write my blog each day knowing that so many of you were following along. You all gave me strength and encouragement to keep going every day.

Love

Lauralee

"Friends are angels who lift us to our feet

when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly."