Camino de Santiago – Where the Path Speaks

The morning mist hangs low over the hills of Valga. A pilgrim slowly approaches, his footsteps muffled on the damp earth. On his back, a weathered backpack; around his neck, a shell gently taps against his chest with every step. Here, on one of the last stages of the Camino de Santiago, the silence is almost tangible.

Along the route, stones, crosses, and weathered signs mark the way to the final destination: Santiago de Compostela. But the journey is more than a path to a cathedral. Beneath the shade of eucalyptus trees, strangers share stories, breaking bread and drinking wine. At a simple café on the edge of Valga, a group of pilgrims rests. No one asks where the others come from, no one asks why they walk. Everyone understands it without words.

As the sun climbs higher, they disappear one by one, as if the road calls them. Left behind are only empty coffee cups and the distant echo of a farewell greeting:

"Ultreia" – onward and onward.