Travel, lived.

Day 1

A threshold, crossed together.

We arrive from different places, carrying our own lives and stories. In Madrid’s Barrio de las Letras, we gather in the late afternoon for a shared activity and meal — time to arrive fully, meet one another, and begin moving in the same direction.

Day 2

We move together. The city thins. Fields widen. Green begins to dominate.

We travel north to Galicia by private transfer, stopping for lunch along the way. Upon arrival in Sarria, you’ll receive your credencial and scallop shell, followed by dinner in town. The Camino begins here.

Day 3 | ≈ 22 km / 13.5 miles

We leave town. Paths soften. Steps find their rhythm.

Morning begins with breakfast, then the Camino opens. This is the first full day of walking. Forest paths and open countryside alternate, offering shade, quiet, and long stretches of green. We stop often. Lunch unfolds slowly. Conversation comes and goes.

Arrival in Portomarín leaves time to rest, wander, or sit by the river. Evening settles in with dinner and an early night.

Day 4 | ≈ 25 km / 15.5 miles

The day shapes itself.

Morning in Portomarín begins quietly with breakfast on your own time. Departures are unhurried and unsynchronized.

This is a day shaped by personal pace. Some walk early, others linger. Lunch is taken individually or in passing company along the way. Silence is welcome. So is conversation. The Camino holds both.

By early evening, we reunite in Palas de Rei for dinner — stories overlapping, bodies tired, a familiar ease settling in.

Day 5 | Palas de Rei > Melide ≈ 15 km / 9.5 miles

The road narrows. Voices return. The day opens outward.

Morning in Palas de Rei begins loosely, without a fixed start. The path allows for both solitude and company.

This is a shorter walk, and the day feels spacious. Lunch emerges along the way, shaped by curiosity rather than schedule. Cafés invite lingering. Conversations stretch. Quiet moments arrive without effort.

Arrival in Melide brings a shift in energy. Camino routes converge here, and the town carries a gentle hum of movement and exchange. Evening brings dinner together, grounded in local food and the pleasure of long tables.

Day 6 | ≈ 0 km / 0 miles

Nothing to cover. Nowhere to reach.

There is no walking today. The morning opens without instruction. Breakfast happens when it happens, and the day belongs to whatever feels right.

Melide invites staying put. Cafés fill and empty as pilgrims pass through. Short, pack-free walks trace the edges of town or slip into nearby countryside. Time stretches — reading, writing, resting, sleeping, or doing very little at all.

In the evening, dinner brings the group back together. Without the road in the body, stories surface differently. The Camino shifts from something being walked to something being shared.

Day 7 | ≈ 14 km / 8.7 miles

The day feels lighter.

Morning in Melide begins when you’re ready. The road is there when you decide to meet it.

The walk moves through forest and farmland, brief enough to leave room for curiosity. Lunch finds you along the way — alone, with a familiar face, or someone newly met. There is no need to hurry.

Arzúa appears early in the afternoon. Time opens. Some rest, some wander, some simply sit. Dinner is on your own this evening, an invitation to follow appetite or company as it arises.

Day 8 ≈ 19 km / 12 miles

The Camino grows busier.

Morning in Arzúa begins on your own time. Set out when ready.

The path winds through eucalyptus forests and open stretches, now shared with a widening flow of pilgrims as routes funnel toward Santiago. The road carries more voices, more movement, more energy.

Arrival in O Pedrouzo comes in the afternoon. The town serves as a place to pause, regroup, and prepare for the final walk. In the evening, we come together for dinner, closing the day before the last approach.

Day 9 | ≈ 20 km / 12.5 miles

We begin together. We arrive in our own time. We gather again.

Morning begins with breakfast together in O Pedrouzo — a shared start, a quiet acknowledgment of what has been walked.

From there, the path opens. Paces differ. Conversation comes and goes. Silence feels earned. Each person enters Santiago in their own way, carrying what the walk has given them.

Arrival unfolds in the Plaza do Obradoiro. Those who arrive first wait — greeting familiar faces from the road, welcoming others as they arrive. Hugs replace words. Tears surface. Laughter follows. One by one, the group re-forms within the larger gathering of pilgrims.

The Camino holds everyone here.

Day 10

We share one last morning.

Morning begins together over breakfast — stories filled in, moments compared, laughter and quiet reflection shared. There is an unspoken recognition of what each person has carried into Santiago, and what has shifted along the way.

After breakfast, the day opens. Some return to the plaza. Others wander the city. Conversations continue naturally, without needing to be organized.

From here, departures happen individually. There is no formal close — only the sense of having completed something fully, and the freedom to continue onward.

The walking ends.

The way does not.