Do you remember your first Christmas, not when you were one but the first one you remember? The excitement, the expectation, the anticipation. You couldn't sleep, would he fill the stocking at the end of the bed. Morning came and yes, the stocking was stuffed full of goodies.
Coming to the 2nd last night before Santiago, the anticipation is building. I'm not sure if I'm happy or sad. It will be all over soon and in one sense I want it to continue forever.
The physical suffering will be over, the emotional struggles will be ended (but never ended), the spiritual learning concluded (but again never ended). Wondering what it will be like to walk into town and then the cathedral. Will the tears flow again. I'm sure I'll sleep tonight because of exhaustion but the anticipation remains.