From San Sebastián, Basque Country
A beautiful sweep of white sands, a turquoise blue ocean, gently bobbing yachts and lush green vegetation all watched over by a dominating statue of Christ.

For a minute I thought I had stumbled back to Rio de Janeiro. But we are still in Spain, in stunning San Sebastián in the Bay of Biscay, looking down the over the Concha beach from Monte Igueldo on a crisp September morning. I can't wait to go and have a look around.

From Astorga, Castile y León
Sitting just outside Astorga at the point where two branches of the Camino meet - the Francés and the Via de la Plata from Andalucia - is the guitarist of Astorga. It's at this point that the Camino starts to get busier, you feel the atmosphere rising as you see more and more pilgrims around you.

To come across this chap singing away as you come off the plains creates an excitement all of its own.

Brilliant.

From Astorga, Castile y León
A barn-cum-mud-hut sits on the high plain as you approach Astorga. It's an unforgiving place - brutally hot in summer, bitingly cold in winter. And yet, here lived a young man called David, who looks like our received images of Jesus - beautiful, beatific and bearded. His little stall is filled with drinks and snacks.

But it's not a shop, it's not for sale. It's for the pilgrims to take. I love the spirit which underlies this simple, ongoing act.

From Lugo, Galicia
O Cebreiro is the section of the Camino which brings you into Galicia. Bear in mind that the day before, we'd been walking across the plains of Castile so the change in landscape is dramatic.

It's an eight or nine kilometre uphill slog to get to this point but the views are fantastic. Down at the bottom of the hill is a truly inspired piece of marketing for horses for hire 'Te subimos!' We'll get you to the top!

From Lugo, Galicia
Sorry, I don't know his name. But we sat on a wall and talked about goats, the Camino, life. Rural life in Galicia is hard - over the generations the farms have been split between children and then split again until nobody has a plot big enough to sustain their families. Then there's the harsh weather...

But on a day like this, the sun streaming down through the trees, the clanking of the goats' bells, this was a man at peace.

From Santiago de Compostela, Galicia
Here's a small provincial city in all of its glorious Spanishness - lovely food, buildings, culture, people. But it's a city which, for over a thousand years, has welcomed people from all over the world. It's open, welcoming and diverse.

And in the Plaza do Obradeiro, where most pilgrims finish their journey, there is singing, there is dancing, a lot of crying and lots of noise. It's incredibly energetic and spectacularly moving.