With a sigh of relief I threw my bag down on the dark Galacian granite of the plaza laid on the sunwarmed ground and watched the shadows march down the cathedral spires as the sun slowly sank behind the hills. Warm Dry Greetings from SantiagoAfter 550 kilometers just under 350 miles more blisters than I care to count and almost three weeks I am in Santiago de Compostela. I had planned my