‘A wonderfully wry and amusing account of what it is like to be a modern-day pilgrim. . . . The author . . . describes looking up and seeing a fighter jet screaming overhead. “It would take a jet less than an hour to get to Santiago,’ Freund cannot help reflecting, ‘and we still have six weeks ahead of us. We are walking anachronisms.” Yet it is precisely the anachronistic quality of what he is doing that makes it so fascinating a theme.’