We celebrated our completion of the Camino that night! I attended the pilgrim mass, which was overflowing the Cathedral. It was kind of a let down.
I wanted to hug the saint, but that queue stretched all around the square. Instead I spent the next day wandering through the city, exploring, and savoring my accomplishment. After two nights, Eva flew home, and Yoko decided to accompany me on the walk to Finisterre, so we set out once more, pilgrims again, on what was to be quite a long difficult walk, as my various aches and pains were finally catching up with me. Still, it was a beautiful walk, but 4 days would have been better than three to make the journey.
When I returned alone to Santiago, I did stand in line to hug the Saint, and as I did so, I suddenly was overwhelmed with tears. I finally felt my pilgrimage had ended.