It is not the destination. It is the journey.
I'm starting to understand. I have dipped my feet in the Cantabrian Sea. I have talked with people from all over the world. In the last two weeks, I have travelled by plane, train, bus, car, boat, and foot.
Honestly, at this moment, it doesn't matter if I make it to Santiago de Compostela or not.
This process is indescribable.
Intense. Sublime. Painful. Beautiful.
