That’s what I’m answering from now on, “Santiago Class of 2014!” How can I not? It was my finishing school this Camino. It didn’t take four or six years but just a month or two. It didn’t cost major money but 30 euros a day. What is this thing?

I can’t believe that I have been writing this blog for over four years (1700+ posts) and I am not sure that I am any closer to answering that question. What is this thing? We have sliced and diced it a hundred ways. We have put it back together in different forms just to learn. We have studied it’s long history. We have slept on it and dreamt about it. We have day dreamed about it. We have remembered it every day since.

We continually long for people to come along who are willing to hear us prattle on about it, the poor folks. Every little detail seems important and relevant and worth repeating. Little things seem to become big and big things somehow get put in place. It seems a perfect balance after all.

We finally understand the statement, “When you get to Santiago your Camino begins.” That took a long while to accomplish and was a Camino in itself. People around you were patient, bless them.

And over time you have influenced others to go and walk their own Caminos. You are sort of proud of that. It seems part of your new configuration that has come about. You now the evangelist, who would have thought?

And mysteries have appeared but they no long bother you. They seem a natural part of the landscape and have come to be cherished. You seem touched by that, the mystery. It lingers like a smoke or a mist but doesn’t hinder you. And maybe that is the final thought that the Camino is part of that mystery to be cherished rather than to be figured out. Yes, “Santiago, Class of 2014!” Plan on meeting me there.

Love in the mist, Felipe.