There in front of me was the city of Santiago with the cathedral spires in sight.

The weather was perfect and the scenery was fabulous.

Most of the miles for the day were already behind me, so I toured the walled city for a while.

I didn't get a hundred yards before the skies opened up.

When I finally got to the trail it was really a wonderful thing to see.

I could see the ocean for the first time off to the west.

A hot breakfast would have been nice on a cold rainy morning. 

The sky was mostly clear as the sun crept into view.

It was obviously a well-traveled route for the locals.

The day was not so much about scenery as it was about people.

I have traveled a little more than 130 miles so far.

Within ten minutes. I was out of the small village and into farmland.

I might have been doing a little beaming of my own.