After exactly one month of walking, Santiago! I'm here! It's very odd. Now that I've reached the end I don't know how to feel. Part relief, part sadness, large part tranquility. It is raining and I will now continue for another 100km to Finisterra and the ocean.
       During the time I spent walking alone I discovered that cows are good listeners. When I would come across a group of cows I would tell them a story or some other kind of oration, and they would listen attentively without interrupting. Polite creatures, cows.
     Clothing blowout has become an issue. The buckle that holds my pants up has shot off. My base layer shirt appears to be rotting. One pair of socks has disintegrated completely. The rest of my socks have become poison as the toes of my boots have torn away and the mud flows in and out of my shoes freely. I just hope these boots will keep their soles until Finisterra.