Santiago, where the sidewalk ends

Sunday September 22, around 1 pm, I arrived in Santiago.  Im still not sure what I felt on arrival, beyond hot and tired.  As much a sense of accomplishment as of relief.  Just like the beginning of the trip, I was entering new territory: I was no longer a nomad.

Here is the main cathedral square, with pilgrims arriving every minute:

The Cathedral:

I've been thinking a bit about this moment, the end of the trip - where would I go from here.  What would come next.  What had I learned?  I won't be able to answer those questions immediately.

Instead, I found a nice place to stay, took care of some errands, and then had a very enormous and delicious dinner.  And, as it were, a friend and I decided to travel in to Finisterre, the end of the world.  This would be my place for reflection.