Ô, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth.
We came prepared to withstand all weather and for our preparedness we were blessed by the sun.
Sunset from Acebo Day 29
The poncho has been out only twice in forty-one days and nights. The coat only during early morning chill. Our days have been golden and except for two, dry.
Sunrise in Ventosa Day 11
Our journey has taken us over mountains, across rivers, and through rolling plains and vineyards. Past ancient cathedrals and over roads and bridges traversed by thousands before us over the ages.
Sunrise Puente La Reina Day 5
Moon set leaving Viduedo Day 36
Calzadilla de Los Hermanillos sunrise Day 23
And the sun shone. We watched it rise in all its glory, brightening our path and showing us “the way”. We watched it set in a pink halo, kissing the earth at the end of another miraculous day. And on one most incredible morning high on a mountain we watched the harvest moon set and the sun rise simultaneously. Glory hallelujah.
Sunset in Linares Day 34
Sunrise over Villafranca Day 33
Sunrise. Sunset. 41 days and nights on the Camino de Santiago. Our time is waning. The days are getting shorter. Fall is in full swing. It was summer when we started – now a different season as we make our way west, closer and closer to Santiago de Compostela. A handful more walks. Our goal in sight. Our walk of a lifetime – a memory to cherish.
My dear friend Suzanne sent me this passage the other day – John Muir’s message for the saunterer;
Today’s view
Hiking – “I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, ‘A la sainte terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them.”
– John Muir
Today is the perfect day for me to share it. Today we sauntered. There have been other sauntering days, but today it was purposeful. We only had seven miles to cover. The terrain was easy. The weather spectacular. Our mood mellow. A good day.
At 4300 feet and marking 400 miles
We went over the second highest peak of our journey at 4300 feet in the Galician mountains. The view is breathtaking. We passed the 400 mile mark and we once again wonder how this happened? How has our life’s decisions brought us to this day? Sauntering across Spain on this glorious fall day?
Tomorrow we begin the descent, and we also enter the home stretch. It will take some time to process all that has happened. I’m trying to not think too much about what’s next. Just staying in the moment and sauntering.
It was ten months ago today that we left the United States and we marked the occasion with a very memorable moment on our Camino journey – reaching the highest point at 5000 feet in the Montes de Leon range.
For thousands of years pilgrims have marked their own moments here, and beneath the iron cross a mountain of stones and mementos symbolize the collective journey.
Throughout the Camino we have noticed stones placed on wayfinding, markers and crosses. I wasn’t
Letting go of your sorrows
sure why, so I googled and learned the placing of a stone in this manner is said to be a way of leaving your sorrows behind. And truly many pilgrims leave not only a stone but
Wayfinding sign with stones
perhaps a photo of a lost loved one.
Even though we knew we would be walking the Camino before we left the USA I hadn’t heard about the tradition of bringing a rock from your home to place at the Cruz de Ferro. So
Cross with stones
over the past months on our travels I have collected three items. I was going to chose just one but now I feel compelled to leave all three.
First the stone heart I found on the beach in Portugal. We leave this to represent our love for each other and our sons.
Our gifts to the collection.
Next the coral I picked up on the beach in the Seychelles. I like the branches that represent our families back home whom we miss and love.
Finally the shell from a beach in Thailand. To me it is symbolic, the empty vessel holding dear all our friends throughout our lives.
Today at the Cruz de Ferro it was truly a sacred and emotional place for many pilgrim to let go of their sorrows. Pilgrims walk for many reasons including gratitude for surviving illness or disaster or in memory of a loved one. Some people finish the walk for loved ones who have died on the trail. It happens more than you might think. So arriving at the iron cross means many things to many people and we certainly felt the healing power there.
It may sound corny, but I feel gratitude for this journey we are on and thankful I can share it. Gratitude is my religion and today at the Cruz de Ferro our hearts were full.
The Camino is many things including a walk through history, legends and lore. And the history and lore that surround the significance of the ever- present scallop shell is fascinating, religious, utilitarian and beautiful.
Scallop in Spanish is Vieira.
The shell I am carrying
The connection between the scallop shell and the Way of Saint James is very deep. So deep that in France a scallop is called Coquille Saint Jacques, while in German scallops are called ‘Jakobsmuscheln’ (James mussels). Not a coincidence. (taken from caminoways.com)
You cannot walk The Way of Saint James and not be surrounded by the scallop. It has become, in the
Embedded in the sidewalk
modern times, the “brand” of the caminos. But in medieval times it had many purposes and stories.
One story is the scallop shell represents the numerous caminos that all lead to Santiago. The lines on the shell all pointing to one center.
Another story is that before Christianity, pagan
Artistically in the road
walkers went to Finisterra to the sea (50 miles past Santiago) believing it was the end of the earth. The word Finis Terra meaning the end of the world. To prove they had made the journey they returned bearing the scallop shell that is found there.
Ancient and worn symbol in a fountain
Because the Camino Frances is essentially a walk west to the sea, many associate the scallop shell and its shape with the setting sun.
Medieval pilgrims began carrying scallop shells as symbols of their pilgrimage and the tradition continues today. EVERY pilgrim carries one. In addition to the symbolism, pilgrims of old times found the shell useful as a utensil for both eating and drinking. Today the shell has become a souvenir more than a eating utensil, although many pilgrims use their shell to drink wine from the
Modern day graffiti
fountain provided for the pilgrims at the Bodega Irache.
This use comes partly from the Catholic story of the devil appearing to a pilgrim who was dying of thirst. The devil promised to save the pilgrim if he would renounce God. When the pilgrim refused, Saint James himself appeared and fed the pilgrim water from a scallop shell.
A home and garden decorated
The people of Spain embrace the symbol and often you will find the shells on homes and fences and in gardens and art. A constant reminder of how much history is present in every step of “the way”.
I’m absolutely confident now that I can finish this. Before we began I was nervous maybe I couldn’t. But barring disaster I know now I can.
As long as we just take it day by day.
Pilgrim statue, Leon
Despite a deluge of information,research and preparedness there is so much about this experience you can’t be ready for. In fact I wish I had spent less time reading Facebook comments and “advice” on the Camino page. It’s better to be a little unprepared or unaware and just take it as it comes.
There was a point a few weeks back when I felt like we needed to hurry – go farther each day, make good time, usually after I met someone who was doing
Leon Cathedral
both.
But now I’m in a groove. I love our pace. I enjoy our routine. We take time to look at things, learn and absorb.
I enjoy our days off. Like yesterday in Leon. It feels good to do laundry, sip coffee in bed, explore an unknown city, sit and people watch.
As in the rest of the Grand Adventure, this adventure is about being our authentic selves. No worries, no hurries, no drama – and no pressure based on what other people say and do.
I didn’t realize what an education it would be. It’s just one of the many surprises – learning things about yourself while walking the Camino de Santiago. We still have a long way to go. But I’ve learned a lot;
It’s a job. You get up every morning and you get the work done. Sometimes you are more enthusiastic than others. But you do it anyway. You go to work. You do the work. Then you relax. Then the next day you do it again. It’s the same each day but it’s also different and surprising each day.
You realize you know more Spanish than you thought. That forty-year old Spanish class from high school slowly resurfaces in your brain. When you don’t have the skill to communicate you use all the languages you know with charades and miming and you manage.
You learn to say good morning in a nine different languages. Buenes Dias, Bom Dia, Bon Jour, Guten Tag, Bon Giorno, Konichiwa, AnYong Ha Say Oh, God Morgen, Cheers.
You spend a lot of time thinking about and administering to your feet. The rest of the time you are thinking about your next meal and wondering if it will include vegetables.
You check the weather forecast frequently. Less to find out about walking conditions and more to find out if you should wash your underwear and if it’ll be warm enough for it to get dry before the next day.
You find yourself doing the sniff test. Hmmm. Sure, I can wear that one more time.
You realize you have become the Pemco socks and sandals guy. You’re one of us.
You accept it’s good hair day if all the soldiers stay in the ponytail all day.
You learn you really only need sunscreen on the left side of your body. Think about it.
You are proud of your sock tan line.
You learn to sleep and change clothes in a room full of strangers, not all the same gender.
You find yourself learning to cop a squat in places you never would have gone pee before. You learn you have no choice. You gotta go you gotta go.
And number twelve in my opinion, is the single biggest issue on the Camino. The Spanish government desperately needs to address the lack of facilities. As we approach 300 miles we have never seen a public restroom. Never. Nada. Niente. Nunca. You buy a coffee and use the facilities; or when you have to, you pee in the bushes. Sometimes there are neither coffee bars or bushes. It’s both a problem and a public health issue. I really hope government will address it and do so soon.
All my senses are on overload on the Camino. I don’t want to miss anything! The scenery, the sounds, the people, the food, the wine. Amazing all.
But this is an ordeal. Forty days and forty nights! I’m halfway there and already I’m having trouble remembering things I don’t want to forget!
So at the halfway point here is a list remembering my favorite things;
Just below Orisson day one
Day one as we climbed from Saint Jean Pied de Port to Orisson the sview was breathtaking and I knew we were in for a real treat.
The summit day two
By the next day, soaking wet and exhausted reaching the summit and finding hot coffee there. Heaven in a cup.
A very difficult descent one day outside of Pamplona as we came down off the Alto Del Perdon. One of the hardest things I’ve ever walked. Exhausting but I did it!
Alto Del Perdon
Being serenaded at 6:30am in Puenta La Reina is possibly my most favorite moment so far. A beautiful way to begin our day. We felt so blessed.
Historic Puenta la Reina
Roman bridge
Walking on the 2000 year old remains of a Roman road and Roman bridge just outside of Cirauqui made me feel very insignificant in the whole scheme of things.
The section of the Camino that wandered through the vineyards for days, so beautiful and peaceful and historic as we went from ancient village to ancient village.
Wheat fields and vineyards
Tortilla potata
Spanish omelette. Also known as Tortilla Potata. I am in love with this National Food of Spain and could (and do) eat it everyday. I must learn how to make this.
The Meseta
The Meseta. Geologically my favorite area so far. Here the villages are in the valleys but the Camino rises and falls from the valley to the plateau and it is gorgeous. Often providing a Vista of the trail as far as the eye can see.
Salad Mixta
Salad Mixta – my answer to daily veg. I’ve learned to order the Mixta that does not come with the Pilgrim dinner because then it arrives chock full of so many delicious things like beets and asparagus and egg and olives.
Burgos Cathedral
The Cathedral in Burgos in a word, stunning. I’ve seen a lot of cathedrals in my travels and this one could possibly be the finest. Just awesome and inspiring. I highly recommend a visit if you are in Spain.
Monastery San Anton ruins
I loved how the Camino unexpectedly passed right through the arches of the ruins of the 12th century hospital of the Monastery of San Anton. Meandering down the tree-lined street then coming around a bend it was such a beautiful sight to see.
Early morning light
There are other things too – moments both poignant and humorous. Drinking wine from a fountain at 9am on the path. Stepping aside to let a giant draft horse saunter by. Walking before dawn and watching the sun rise behind you. Getting lost and retracing our footsteps to get back on track. Talking to people from all over the globe and learning their story. Walking in silence next to my husband as the fog lays still in the fields and the birds wake up with a song.
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