After two months of walking, without arriving to Santiago, or having any particular epiphany, I felt an urge to put myself down to work. I came back to Madrid and threw away my hiking shoes. They were utterly destroyed.

The only conclusion drawn from this walk is that there is no difference between a camino log and a work log, they are the same: inner work and outer work. The arrows point the way through seamless paths between personal and professional work, between inward and outward landscapes, between physical and psychological destinations, unveiling spiritual and rational truths.

But rather than waxing out cheap prose, I’d rather put these feelings into action.