Near Leboreiro, about 9.5ks into the walk, the path leads us onto a small, ancient bridge, over a stream and into another green field.

The goal of Compostela awaits us with more urgency, and yet the endless unknown which lies beyond every curve and hill and forest has become our constant companion. And each of us begins to sense that perhaps our arrival will in fact rob us of this faithful friend - this friend whose other name is "uncertainty", "expectation", "anticipation" - we might even call it "death" - which is not the end of the journey, but the great unknown.....present within us and before us, and whose power draws us on.