When I arrived back to Santiago, the Pope was beginning his Mass in the Plaza, so all streets near by were closed off. I could no longer leave from the area directly in front of my hostel. So I decided to sit, read, and sip a beer, accompanied by the only other people in the street - a group of boys playing soccer, and we were only two block from all the action with the Pope.


Later on that evening, one of the many Spanish Folk Groups who had come to add to the celebrations with the Pope. This group were quite good, so I shouted them a round of drinks to encourage them. They played some more...


Time for him to go home, and time for me to bring my camino to an end.