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me of the pain of growing, the pain of there seems to be several floors all filled beautiful Mexican guy called Juan who
change & of moving forward. I receive with beds for pilgrims. The hospitalero walked all the way to Finnesterre from
it humbly. I can dream of nothing else eagerly shows me to my bed where Barcelona, 60km a day! On arrival in
except arriving in Santiago. All of a without even so much as showering or Finesterre he ritually burned all of his
sudden I awake from my day dreams getting changed, I drop my bag, collect possessions including his clothes and
and Santiago is almost upon me! a few things & march off into the city to his passport! Somehow he managed
As I march the last 20km to find a shop that sells African drums. I to borrow bits of clothing here and
Santiago I have a strong sense of am convinced that after walking for so there to come back to Santiago. Filled
feeling complete. I realise that for these long that it will be possible to transfer with love and hope for a better world, I
last 200km, it’s as if I had found within the rhythm of walking from my feet to drunkenly fall asleep on the floor of the
myself what I had come to find. The only my hands! In my mind it seems like a basement, half way through singing a
reason I am continuing to the end is to good way for me to creatively continue song with Yuji, a Japanese pilgrim who
physically complete the pilgrimage. my journey. I have never played drums plays guitar. The following morning, I am
I walk into the great city of Santiago before but after walking across Europe awoken by a cleaner who seems to want
de Compostella with its cobbled streets without training, the learning hurdle to sweep me away, so I quickly gather
under my feet and grand old buildings all for playing the drum seems easy to my things and hit the road again. I walk
around, with a very strong sense of there overcome now. out of Santiago without looking back,
being no end to my pilgrimage for love. I have an amazing night in the eyes set on the road ahead.
I curiously follow the yellow arrows basement of the Monestario making After three more days walking
towards the Monestario where I will rhythms with my drum and singing through the lush green Galician
stay the night, the building is huge and with several other pilgrims, including a countryside I arrive at what some say
avantoure
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