0430 and dozens of pilgrims were already up. Such a ruckus of shuffle-bumping in the dark, rustles and bustles with far too many plastic bags , great excitement of course. Everyone dying to see Santiago at sunrise or in the early morning light. Lazybones me just crossing Monte Gozo a-n-d Santiago is still lost in the morning mist and fog. There is something mythical/mystical about floating through the clouds after weeks and more of walking so many People had their hearts set on a bright sunny entrance. Will just have to do it all over again!