I have arrived. It surprised me how unemotional my arrival was. Previously I've experienced very emotional arrivals: like a homecoming after a very long absence; like a feeling of relief after completing a difficult journey; or like rejoicing after completing a special goal. There was none of that this time. I need more time to consider the meaning of today's arrival. My initial thought is that my journey is incomplete. I have this feeling that there is something more I need to do, but I don't yet know what that something is. Could this walk from Rome to Santiago merely be preparatory for what is still to be done?

The inner journey is never complete. I'm not speaking about that when I say there is
something I'm yet to do. If I looked at my the walk as a discreet occurrence, yes,
it is physically, mentally, perhaps emotionally, and maybe spiritually complete. But we can never look at these events this way. They are always a part of a much bigger picture. Perhaps today's arrival is no more than a reflection of that Camino truism that it is the journey, not the destination which is important.

I feel like I could walk again tomorrow, and continue walking. I know I am capable of it. I wonder what it is going to be like not having to do so. Will I be restless? Will I be satisfied with a life that doesn't offer the possibility of experiencing something
profound each day, as is my experience on the Camino?

Today was dull and overcast, but a good one for walking. I was one of the estimated 600 pilgrims who spent the night at Arca, a large number of whom slept on mattreses in a sports centre. These last two days I've done my strongest walking. I think my body is just recovering from the huge weight I was carrying. I shed the bulk of it (13kg) at Bilbao, another 2.5kg when my water bladder developed a permanent leak, and a further 2.5kg when I eased up on the amount of food I was carrying. After my arrival I went to the post office and collected the 13kg of gear I'd sent from Bilbao
and put it in my backpack. When I put on my backpack the difference was profound. I just can't now believe how I carried it for some 1,800km. The answer obviously is that the mind and the body were willing.

I had another of those exchanges which acknowledged the magnitude of my walk, but this one had a surprise at the end. I was sitting on a fence at Monte do Gozo, 5km from Santiago, resting and eating when two men walked up. One spoke to me in Spanish. I told him I did not speak Spanish. He then said in English, “Where did you take your first step?”. I thought this odd, so random. I knew what he was asking so I replied, “Roma”. Both said things to indicate that it was a long way. One asked how far. I told him. As they walked off the one who didn't ask me the first question said to me, “You're from Australia?”. It was more a statement than a question. I confirmed I was from Australia. This last statement was a surprise to me. They must have been told by another pilgrim about me and asked their first question about where I took my first step to inform themselves that they were talking to the right person. Word of mouth is quite pervasive on the Camino.

I've had my credential stamped and received my certificate. I showed the staff at the pilgrim's office a summary of my blog to demonstrate I had walked from Rome. They were quite amazed I had an 'electronic credential'. One got my website address. I know we do't need pieces of paper to prove what we have done, but I'm old fashioned, I like them.

I met up with Fay who has been walking the Camino Frances. We'll spend a few days in Santiago before she flys to the UK to do a tour. One of the things I look forward to here is bumping into pilgrims I've met along the way while in Spain. There is a very powerful energy in the old section of this city, particularly in the vicinity of the
cathedral. There is so much joy. So much happiness. I've not been to another place like it. The third single from jay-z’s 11th studio album, the blueprint 3, pro essay writer empire is built around a piano sample from the moments’ love on a two-way street and a photo album’s worth of landmark references