It’s early morning on Paseo San Cristóbal. A warm breeze rustles the leaves overhead, and dappled sunlight casts dancing shadows along the tree-lined promenade. I sit on one of the ornate tiled benches, admiring the glorious views of the Judería and the Old Town. A person could never tire of that sight: golden-hued buildings infused in a soft morning light. A series of tall, elegant cypress trees stand like punctuation marks between the buildings, topped with a cloudless blue

How Blur saved my life on the Camino and other stories... Musings & ramblings from Santiago de Compostela to Finisterre - 129 kms in 4 days