We have arrived!
Our sweet Camino family waited for us slowpokes at the top of the hill Monte Gozo for the final 4k descent into Santiago, walking it together.
Martha, who has been walking from St Jean at the border with France, was definitely processing the end of this major journey. Marga, who has walked the Camino in full sections for the last four summers, was jumping with excitement and joy in the plaza. Sergio and Jose Luis were quiet, taking it all in. Sofia and I — we were maybe confused, or disoriented, to be two thirds of the way through our journey, walking to Santiago as a major stop on the way to the end of the earth–Finisterre–while everyone else felt completed.
We all attended pilgrim’s mass at 7:30pm, which frankly I was falling asleep in.
We had a penultimate dinner celebration, because as Sergio says, “It’s always the penultima because the final one never comes.”
Tomorrow, we walk.
Our Compostelas!
The view from our albergue The Last Stamp. 
Running into Sanne from Denmark again–see Day Four–she walked so far she caught up with her friends who had taken a bus, passed them, walked to Finisterre, took a bus back yesterday and is in Santiago tonight before she walks down the coast to Portugal. She is incredible. Her journey to walk for Alzheimer’s that has also been for her lost colleagues in Afghanistan has also clearly turned into a journey for her and for her life. It was so sweet to see her again and get to take our selfie together which we forgot to in Foncebadon. Our thunder walk in the woods was one of the most memorable parts of the Camino. 
The penultimate dinner in Santiago w Camino fam, tapas at Petiscos do Cardeal, Rúa do Franco 10.
Sofia’s sexy muscles.
In the morning, leaving Pedrouzo to walk to Santiago.
