Some people said that they had only a few days without rain, but I only had about three days with rain! It was either ahead of me or behind me. And I galloped the last 40 km's into Santiago in glorious hot sunshine.
After 800 km's, reaching Santiago was like arriving at the Promised Land. The next day there was a big mass in the Cathedral where many of the different pilgrims I had met on the way ended up. Gradually, more and more are reaching Santiago and there have been many warm reunions. They took down a giant incenser which it took several men to push. Then they sent it flying (and I'm not exaggerating) nearly to the roof of the cathedral, a cloud of smoke in its wake. The cord was so long that it went up one hallway then went sailing back into the next.