I’ve come to love this Galician soup. It’s the perfect fall meal after 5-7 hours of walking through the farmlands that produced it. Tomorrow we walk into Santiago, exactly one month after leaving St Jean Pied de Port, France and after 2 1/2 years of dreaming about this day. It’s hard to believe this journey is coming to an end. On one hand, I’m so ready. On the other, it’s hard to let it go. I’m not sure I can sum up in words what this has meant to me. I can share stories and express feelings but I think it will take a while to actually process this whole thing. At this point, I’m at a loss for words. What I do know is that this has been such a gift. The time with Scott and Ryan has been priceless. The time alone on the trail has been priceless. The new friendships from around the world, priceless. That’s all I can think to say for now.
I guess like the ingredients of the Galician soup, the elements of this experience need to simmer a bit. Let me get back to you later.