|The last 3 miles to the Cathedral we walked as a group. When you enter the square, you are among hundreds of pilgrims - all hugging, most crying .... And you become one of them.
We attended mass, hugged the repository of the bones of St James, and witnessed the huge incensor , the " butofeimeiro" , swing in wider and wider arcs over our heads to symbolize our prayers " flying up to heaven" . The mass was in Spanish, con celebrated by about 8 priests and deacons from around the world, but at the beginning of mass, names are read for those for whom the mass is offered ( prayers). The first name read: "Clinton Summers, from Missouri".
As we exited the church, the bagpipers played on the cathedral steps.
Last night we had a private tour of the Parador and farewell dinner, complete with more bagpipers, lots of wine and more of the Galithian after dinner drinks. Thank goodness I am not walking far today. ....
Now on the way to Finisterre ( land's End).