the trees had finally broken and the street leveled off after a long set of stairs, and we could finally see it. after a brief bus ride after a long morning of walking through the spanish countryside, we had finally reached santiago de compostela. we tried to walk in silence, but as we got left behind by the front half of the group, we broke the silence with laughter and giggles as each of us would one by one trip hard in the darkness. shuffle, shuffle, OOF, *giggle*, and repeat. so we talked. we talked about everything. we talked about what's going on back home. what god was asking of us at home. why we came to spain when we could have stayed home. why jeremy left his baby and wife behind to be with these seven guys from the us, austria, slovakia and the uk. why these rocks keep sliding. why brian stopped for coffee at an alburgue. why is jeremy making us run to the bus in sarria and we're the last group to arrive. why i'm not a runner. why did we arrive to be together. and why, of al...