O Gato Negro

The 8.7 km are lying and it's more like 13, but then a bit of Santiago coffee and drizzle and then you are there with no fanfares, just a quiet jostle into the cathedral. I don't know, I still have so many conflicting emotions arriving in the gilded glory that is the cathedral and during the mass. Best not said maybe. 

But the lunch after was glorious and fabulous, up there in the heavens as the prawns things, the goose barnacles (oh my gourd they were good) clams, squid and octopus blew our minds. 

The queue for the pilgrim passport was a bit of an hour's bore, but I made some more friends. BIG SLEEP>>>>>>>>>