This morning, Mark, Helen and I left together as one to finish what we started together five weeks ago. It seems like a lifetime ago since we met at Gatwick airport after I was trying to clamber over barbed wire to start my journey. Also amazing how time passed so quickly. Again, up hill down hill on natural paths and country roads. Passing through lots of eucalypt forests. The first half reasonably easy, the last half not so easy on pavement through the city streets leading to santiago. The weather very kind under clouded skies. The humidity was high, but the cool breezes very comforting.Once I spotted the cathederal, I started to choke up,knowing my emotions would take over. All the reflections from the last thirty five days, all the pilgrims that have become part of who I am,knowing I will probably never see them again. Today is a day of celebration. Tomorrow I will go back to where I came from. Hopefully I will be wiser for the experience. After celebrating in the square with Mark and Helen, we headed to the pilgrim’s office and collected our compostella. Then a cup of tea, and Helen and Mark went to find their albergue. I stayed to enjoy a phone call from my family. I then had a bowl of galician soup for lunch with bread. Feeling exhausted, I then found my albergue and showered and rested. This evening, I walked back to the cathederal, joined my now beautiful American sisters, Mark and Helen for drinks, then the poms went for their special dinner, while the girls and I did likewise.