Santiago, ankle, frostbite, and all

After 4 or 5 hot, sunny days walking Galician hills by day and consuming vats of caldo gallego by night, I walked into Santiago de Compostela yesterday about 12:45 pm.

Finisterre will wait for spring, maybe expand to a longer coastal walk.

My ankle and the frostbite gained by overzealously icing it (so you all knew those supercold gel packs aren't meant for icing legs, didn't you?) are all but healed.

Santiago feels far more like a beginning than the end.

And what I find I do not have today are words.

Thanks for all the encouragement and comments. I will be back soon.