* A number of Rotarians and other people pledged support based on the number of steps that I took. So I attached a pedometer to my backpack to record my daily steps. The final number was an astonishing 1,247,785.
Three and a half weeks of inactivity had taken its toll. The last ten km of the walk was a killer in the 30C heat.
Obviously promenading on the streets of Budapest, Debrecen, Vienna and Prague coupled with too much food and drink is not the best training for the Camino.
I set off at 9:30 from the traditional starting point, the statue of St. James surrounded by the rest of the apostles in an archway on the west side of the cathedral.
Right across the street was the first of thousands of yellow markers that would guide me to Santiago de Compostela. This one was barely noticeable at the bottom of the wall by the sidewalk.
As I walked through the outskirts of Sevilla a man leaning out of a big white truck yelled, "Buen Camino Amigo! Buen Camino!".
"Gracias" I yelled back. It felt great.
At Santiponce, barely 10 km from the start I met Marcel and his partner, Tryny from Holland. This was good news as I had not expected to see many pilgrims on this sparsely travelled trail this late in the year.