I am also eternally grateful for all of the people of Spain who look out for the wandering pilgrims and who maintain the trails and arrows showing us the way. Their kind, watchful and encouraging greetings, their smiles, nods and “buen caminos,” their patience with and acceptance of so many wandering strangers through their hometowns, this and much more is why I consider finding my way, every step, every mile, alone and not knowing anything, across Spain truly a most unforgettable MIRACLE!
The trail from Santiago to Finisterre is much less traveled these days. I was aware that there would be less guidance and help, but also less crowds making it a different but glorious experience. After successfully hiking 500 miles and learning how to locate the arrows even if they were not immediately visible, I did not know what to expect with less arrows. Also, at this point, all of the pilgrims that I had met were stopping after Santiago or taking a bus to the coast. I was uncertain about how I would do it, but I was determined to continue. I remember feeling excited when I saw the first familiar Camino arrow. It was just like the first 500 miles! I did notice a difference in the amount of arrows and found myself consulting an iPod application that I had downloaded, but I was still advancing! ¡Ultreia! Just like the readings described, I exulted in the beautiful and isolated trail. Then, I literally came to a “T” in the road in a tiny village. I looked up, down, to the left and to the right but could not find direction. For the first time, I was perplexed and had no idea which direction to walk. I was curious about what to do when suddenly I saw a small hand in the window pointing left. A woman in her house was the arrow! MIRACLE!