My sneakers made it all the way to the end.

We were determined to walk into Santiago together.

I'm too tired right now to get into deep reflection.

The only other option was to cross a stone bridge that was definitely not OSHA approved.

In the distance I can see the mountains that mark the end of the Camino.

Everybody does the Camino in their own way.

This city is a popular point along the trail where people jump on to hike the minimum number of miles.

At that moment I wondered if I had made a serious error.

It's pretty easy to tell who the new people are: Their clothes look more freshly pressed.

It was a great feeling to pass a distance marker showing less than 200 kilometers to go.

The plan was to cover the five miles to the Iron Cross before the sun came up.

For many pilgrims on the trail, this is a key feature of their journey. 

I'm happy to report that we continue with no equipment failures, no bruises, and no blisters.

It always seems that the café con leche tastes better when you're in good company.

We’re having a lazy night tonight.

Every once in a while there are markers set along the trail counting down the kilometers.

One definite highlight today had nothing to do with the scenery.

As I entered the town, one of the all-time mysteries of the universe was solved.

At this point, a few miles either side of the midpoint is not critical.

We have almost exactly as many miles behind us as we have in front of us.