Thankfully the rain waited until after I arrived to begin to fall yet again. The morning was foggy creating a mystical, ethereal atmosphere. It was disappointing not to be able to see the cathedral spires from Monte del Gozo because of the cloud cover.
I took the following picture because it was the only indicator that indeed the cathedral was ahead.
One of the spires can be seen for inspiration to keep moving those feet.
I headed for the pilgrim office to get the “official” and the last stamp. There was already a lineup but the wait was not too long.
While in line, the volunteer explained the legend behind the Festival of Pilar which is happening on Friday the 12th. Once I had my credential, I located where my pension room was, checked in and waited for the rain to abate. I took some pictures from my room.
The cathedral has a pilgrim mass at 12 noon which I will attend tomorrow as well as tour the cathedral and the monastery. There is also a museum of contemporary art and a museum about Galicia and the ultra modern City of Culture. Hopefully, the sun will peek thru the rain clouds.
It has certainly been a challenging, painful, interesting, informative, entertaining and joyful 41 days on this my journey from St. Jean Pied de Port to Santiago de Compostela.
Waldo Emerson said, “Some of your hurts you have cured and the sharpest you still have survived. But what torments of grief you endured from the which never arrived.”
Always trust the process.