After a long day's journey from Madrid, leaving at 1 in the afternoon (Madrid time) and arriving in Raleigh-Durham airport near 8:00 P.M., I threw my back-pack in the back of the car (not a train or on my back), and knew that I was no longer on the Camino de Santiago. Yet I was still on pilgrimage! Over dinner, I regaled Dean with stories of my pilgrimage after he simply said, "So, what was the event on the pilgrimage that left the deepest impression?" After I replied that there wasn't one moment, but many small and significant moments, I couldn't stop talking. The same happened when my son Parker asked the same question.
The pilgrimage lives on in my memory...a memory of mind, body, and spirit, individually and collectively, with all those I have been pilgrim with over the last few weeks, months, and years.
Pilgrim peace, Brett