Then I went to mass in the cathedral; quite an experience actually. Everyone was asked to turn around and shake the hand of any pilgrim they saw. (we are quite conspicuous apparently). There were not that many of us as most attend the morning mass; so with my sunburned features and pilgrim smell I must have stuck out like a sore thumb (or toe). Everyone around me was smiling, shaking my hand and patting me on the back. Not what I expected when I sneaked into the majestic cathedral like a mouse.
I popped down into the crypt to see the silver casket holding the remains of Saint James. Not sure if you were allowed to take photos but as I was about the only one still there I did anyway. I think everyone rushed out of the service to watch the footie! (Spain have just gone 2-0 up)
I have many thoughts and questions going on in my mind but it is difficult to concentrate when you are so physically exhausted.......and the football is on. So I will sleep on it and tomorrow will compose the intelligent, witty and poignant prose that you have all come to expect.
A few photos to tide you over. including one of my compostela with my name - all in Latin.
(Make that 3-0, you can hear the cheering across the city)
No sooner than I type this it is 4-0.
I think there will be a good feeling all over Spain tomorrow.
