So you walk to the end of the earth, you ponder on life, it’s meaning and purpose. You wander tracks and lanes with your life on you back. You arrive back in Santiago for your final night before saying “adios El Camino, Santiago, Finisterre, mucho gracias!” What can the next quest possibly be?
We searched high, we searched low, we journeyed through the cathedral square, what on earth could possibly be so important a venture for the men traveling with us? Are you intrigued yet? There was much anticipation, anguish, would it be possible, would we be too late?
The quest, the one thing we could not leave Santiago without? Their certificates perhaps? Their shells? What was driving the senor’s to despair? Would they ever feel complete if the quest was left incomplete? Possibly not, but fortunately for them they found the local kebab shop! Yes kebab, this drama so needed to be documented for eternal existence in cyber space.