Destinations can Deceive

On Saturday I rapturously arrived at the outskirts of Santiago about noon. It is a large city and it was still quite a distance to get to the cathedral and the other interesting bits in the centre. When I arrived it was mid afternoon and the square had students demonstrating, police trying to drive them out, and bus loads of tourists wearing matching T-shirts lining up for group photos. Shops were flogging their souvenirs. I had been expecting some kind of spiritual feeling. Frankly this was not what I had been walking towards.

I went to the pilgrim's reception office and lined up to get my compostela (certificate). It was equally shocking....line up, wait your turn, show your booklets of sellos (stamps) , fill out this form, sign here, congratulations, get lost. I was disappointed.

On Sunday morning after a good sleep I returned early to the square about 8 am. The morning light was soft. The square was practically deserted...a few tourists, dog walkers, and bicycle team assembling. A young, fit, agile Australian girl lay on her back on the cobblestones to take this photo of me.

I am happy and about to spend the day exploring. I am luxuriously installed in a lovely hotel and part of the day will include a long bath and a siesta. There will also be the pilgrim's mass, tapas, and museums....and rest. It has been a buen camino.