Reflections 2

I have been wondering the streets around the cathedral looking for some kind of momento, something that I could wear. A piece of jewellery, something that would mark me out as a pilgrim a pelegrino. But as on many days, I have looked at myself in the mirror to see what has changed. I know that I have lost weight, I am a little grayer. I still have blisters, and some brusises, although all the physical marks will fade and the pain will be forgotten. Nothing I can buy or wear will mark me as a pelegrino, I can see it in my eyes,my face, how I carry myself how I feel, how I treat other people. How I behave. It the Camino is idelably written onto my heart and soul, nothing can ever change that.