We walk quite fast, when we reach Monte do Gozo we can see in the distance the towers of the cathedral of Santiago. Strange feelings surround us, both me and Vasi, we do not know what to do laugh or cry from our overwhelming emotions, we definitely laughed with tears. Something has changed, as if a weight is falling from our shoulders knowing that we are almost there. The road to the city is full of adventures due to infrastructure works, the sidewalks in work were for me real slalom tracks.
We slowly approach the pilgrim's information office to pick up the valuable "diplomas" that certify the pilgrimage, but also the well-deserved stamp that ends the route from the credential, of course the visit to the cathedral follows.
We are a little disappointed because the whole cathedral is under renovation. The cathedral's huge incensory is nowhere to be seen and everything is covered by huge safety nets. At the tomb of St. James, unfortunately I can not go, because the narrow entrance does not let me enter with my wheelchair, and on top of that there are stairs. But it's enough that I'm there, Vasi will go in there for me too.
There is no problem, you can feel the Saint in your heart too!
