Day 38: Arrival – Monte de Gozo to Santiago de Compostella

On May 26, 2013 I walked into Santiago to complete a journey more than two years in the making.

The cool, clear morning air around us crackled with the anticipation of our final departure. As Scott and I waited for the café to open, I listened to birds singing in the treetops and frogs chanting in nearby ponds. I watched the sun slowly rise over the distant hills, casting long shadows and making the grass glisten.

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And I’m still here!

It’s been a crazy productive month in my business. I launched a book last week and am thrilled to be $512 closer to my goal of paying for my Hedgebrook Master Class in cash. Heck, yeah! Take that, credit card debt!

Aside from work stuff, I’ve been trying to figure out how to write the next section of my Camino story. Truthfully, I’ve been trying to figure that out since I was living it in person and all the months since. (How’s that for foreshadowing?) My last days on the Camino were really intense and I’m grappling with conflicting desires to tell the truth, to make the story appealing, and to protect those involved.

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Day 37: The hill that earned its name – Arzua to Monte de Gozo

Pointing to Santiago from Monte de Gozo Photo by Gary Byers
Pointing to Santiago from Monte de Gozo – Photo by Gary Byers – used with permission

I remember arriving at Monte de Gojo – the hill of joy – and getting a glimpse of the cathedral towers five miles away. I was flooded with emotion, tears springing to my eyes.

“It exists!” I thought to myself. “Santiago really exists!”

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