On this Sunday morning, a girl from Belgium, one from Germany, a guy from Hungary and I walk down from the Monte del Gozo into Santiago, heavy rain pouring onto us, as if all Galician angels were crying. Out of joy about our arrival - at least that is what we are trying to tell us.
We drop off our backpacks in a hostel, Christina from Austria and Danny from England are also there, what a surprise, I had not seen them in two weeks and I was certain they would have been here and gone days ago.
Then we go into town, I can finally get rid of my scream of arrival, it had been waiting since yesterday because from the Monto del Gozo, the center of Santiago was not visible...
