But just when I couldn’t feel any less important, or any more ridiculous, or foul smelling, I see the gates to a Santiago are wide open. Open to me. A pilgrim who has been humbled greatly by his journey.
We have been walking the Camino de Santiago for a long time now. I don’t even remember when we started. It seems like 600 years ago we set out. I don’t even remember why we’re out here.