Santiago de compostella is a vibrant place with many thousands of pilgrims coming and going daily. Sunday morning after breakfast, I strolled around the square,  constantly gazing up at the cathederal. It’s massive, it’s amazing. It’s absolutely beautiful. It’s mystique. And that’s only looking at the outside. I then met with Helen and Mark, and Karen and Donna queued for one and a half hours before the pilgrims mass at twelve o’clock. There were many hundreds in front of us,and many, many hundreds behind us. When we finally filed into this monstrous magnificent building, we had to run and scramble to get a seat. Having been there before, I knew where to go to get a reasonable view of the Botafumeiro in action. Google it,it is an amazing experience. After mass, I didn’t see the American sisters Karen and Donna again. Mark Helen and I said our good byes, but we did manage to run into each other three more times. One of those times was when we ran into Adrian and Linda from Yeppoon. Haven’t seen them for ages. In the afternoon, I made my way back to the albergue, collected my pack, and made my way to the train station. By seven pm, I was at my accommodation in A Cohuna, where I will fly from at six thirty in the morning to London and catch up with our daughter Emily. Then to Scotland for a restful few days before tackling the Cotswold walk in England. I will put the pen and paper away now for a week and start my blog when I commence the Cotswold. Thank you for your comments and inspiration. I do respond,but not sure if they are going through.I have been on a wonderful journey so far.