I am almost there. I will walk for about forty kilometers today to get to a place called Monte del Gozo, the "mountain of happiness", so called because Santiago becomes visible for the first time, being only five more kilometers away.
So this is the last day of walking, in the typical Galician weather, a constant change between sun and rain. The last dozens kilometers of a thousand, the last few thousand steps of probably more than a million.
I am surprised how lonely the walk is today, I had expected to be walking in a line of pilgrims but I only pass about two handful of people! A big part of todays hop leads through eucalyptus forests, the smell is beautiful.
