Just before you get the wrong idea, Santiago de Compostella does not have a beach. So it's the final day!!! Oh my goodness. I'm very excited to be finishing. Langostini wakes us up at 6am and then i go into the bathroom to have a hot shower due to the cold one last night. The showers have NO doors and the bathroom is not separate. Guess who's in there...? My STALKER with his big stary spanish eyes. He's a bit hagged looking and i guess that he's one of those guys who has a coffee and cognac for breakfast at the local before work. After a breakfast of toast and coffee (what else?), we set off on the last day. The tarty spaniards are after a bit of young, flirty american a#@e and they head off into the sunrise. I decide that i really want to enjoy this last morning. I've spent the last 37 days walking and i don't want to rush and forget this last bit. I walk solo through a forest as the sun comes up and it is absolutely divine and i can't wipe the smile off my face. This continues for around 2 hours. At one stage i pull a leaf off a tree. And then, an epiphany. I work out the meaning of life.... Shall i tell you? Hmm ok. I'll describe it as best as i can. In just one moment, I have picked this leaf off the tree. A second ago, it had life energy running through it's leafy veins. It was completely alive. And now, in my hand, it is dead. It is disintegrating. And this makes me realise the fragility of life and that every second is to be enjoyed. Every single second. It's easier said than done, but you gotta at least try. So the last part of the walk is past the airport and through the city. I stop for a coffee and the people look at me like i'm strange for stopping so close to the end. But it's something i have taught myself to do. Even when you think the end is near, you still have to rest because you can't be sure how long you REALLY have left. I learnt that the hard way. So i'm walking into Santiago and i somehow lose the Camino. I have to stop and ask people and i come upon and pretty plain looking thing which i think is the cathedral and am a spot disappointed but then discover that it's just a little chapel. So i carry on and i walk around a corner and gasp and sigh. The cathedral is beautiful. It has grass growing out of it. And is old and stunning. I can't help smiling and sighing with happiness. And the time is 11.50am. Phew, very close to missing the mass. There is a woman begging at the door of the cathedral as i walk in. As i step through the door, I smell Frankincense, and the cathedral is lit up with giant chandeliers. It is absolutely beautiful. There are people EVERYWHERE. And i stroll on in with my big backpack, smelling like last weeks lunchbox. I wander around until i find a spot in front of one of the pillars looking onto the altar. The altar is surrounded by gold and statues and above the altar, on the roof is a giant eye. GODS EYE!! Woooo. Just to scare the poor little children a little bit more. I'm standing waiting for the mass to begin when i see the 3 amigos come around the corner. Santiago comes and stands with me during the mass while Antonio sleeps on a little bit of bench he's managed to philander from somewhere. I find it absolutely hilarious that after walking for 5 weeks and for 5 hours today, i have to stand for another hour of the PILGRIMS MASS! But i was kind of expecting it anyway from what other people who have done it before told me. We leave the mass and i have this feeling of excitement and a little bit of anxiety knowing that all this is coming to an end. I tell Santiago that i want that giant wrought iron and crystal chandelier for my bathroom and laughs and tells me i can have it if i marry him! Ha. Dang Latino lovers. Outside the cathedral, we run into manuel, who missed the mass and then the Americano girls. Santiago tells me to come to Sevilla with him but i can't because all my stuff is at the post office and i swore to meet up with the amsterdamians and the melbourne girls for dinner. Antonio proposes that i be his girlfriend. He already has a girlfriend of 13 years and he's says he'll just ditch her! Can you believe that?? He's crazy. We have lunch with the Americano girls and then the real manuel comes to pick up the bullfighters to drive back to sevilla. Santiago writes his number and email address on a card and 'llamame carina'. No-one will tell me what this means. There are kisses and hugs and bit of sadness when we say goodbye. Manuel (Japanese) and i walk around the corner and bump into the two Amsterdamians and the two girls from Melbourne out the front of the Pilgrims office. We are so excited that we all start squealing. I think we are making a bit of a scene but we are so excited to see each other that it really doesn't matter to us. We go up to the pilgrims office and much to my disgust, I don't get a new latin name. I wanted a new latin name!!! Jerks. Manuel and i go looking for somewhere to stay. I find the cutest little room with sort of new retro decor, stripy wallpaper, green tiles in the bathroom and a big round mirror. It's beautiful and i decide to stay here for a few days. I sit down and pull out the card that Santiago gave me and try to decipher it. I work out that it say 'call me sweetheart' or darling, or something like that and all of a sudden, i'm crying! I never cry! It's the end of this adventure and i've just met these awesome people and now, i'm sitting here in my room. All alone. And feeling tired and happy and sad and exhausted. So i go eat dinner with the others and then come home and sleep and sleep and sleep.