Destination Santiago Peregrino 60

Spain is well known for its festivals and processions. Back in 2018 I was able to watch several during Semena Santa - Holy Week - in Santiago de Compestella. I still follow Cofradia de la Esperanza - Confraternity of Hope - on Facebook. A key part of the Cofradia's role is the sharing of Christian hope through the retelling of elements of the Passion through the carrying of scenes from it around the streets. The key members are often processing with their faces covered for anonymity, the message being more important than the bearer. Outside San Lorenzo's church in Sahagun two members of the Cofradia de Jesus de Nazareth are immortalised in bronze. One a drummer the other with a horn. Priests often wear black for the same reason, it's dressing down to be unimportant rather than as is often perceived, the opposite. The message of Christian hope is timeless, it doesn't belong to a particular generation or class of person. Humility is the key. The Royal British Legion puts ...

The Albergue we stayed at was serviced by nuns attached to the parish church. In the early evening they invited any pilgrims who wished to join them for an hour in the garden. We were asked to introduce ourselves briefly, name, where we were from and what expectation we had or reason we had for walking the Camino. As you may expect these varied a lot. There were many nationalities represented. This experience turned out to be a whole lot more moving than I guess had been expected. When the lady next to me spoke giving her name and Ukraine as her country of origin there was a slight pause and then spontaneous applause. I wonder what that sign of solidarity meant to her? A few minutes later the nuns asked if anyone had a song to offer. A guy from Texas offered and took a guitar from one of the nuns and began to play " By the rivers of Babylon" in a blues style. He taught us the tune and we sang it several times. He had no idea what the origins of the song was. One of the nuns e...

Another 6.30 am start and about 12 km under our belt by 9 am. Time for breakfast, and a very high calorie one at that. Toasted bread, fried eggs and bacon for me. The first fry up for a while and boy was it tasty. One of the joys of this Camino is the food. Simple food - tortilla and jus naranja, pan y queso, vino tinto... with the more hearty "menu del dia". The country cooking is very good quality, tasty melt in your mouth meat or pastries. It is a real pleasure to  eat. At home most of the time meals are in a hurry, a necessity that doesn't have the time it deserves to eat, enjoy and share that pleasure with others. As someone I love says she "inhales her food"  - any teacher or teaching assistant will understand! If we enjoy the gift of good food surely we should spend a moment appreciating it. Being thankful for it. Wondering how we might ensure others can do this too. On that note perhaps you could pray for Holy Cross Foodbank shortly to open in Tividale.....

Today took us along an 8 km stretch of open countryside along a Roman Road to Calzadilla where we found an open municipal Albergue. What a joy as there were very few pilgrims there and it was sparkling clean. A walk around the hamlet (population 90), showed that lots of the buildings were traditionally constructed. The local earth when mixed with straw dries rock hard. I guess rather like a lime plaster. In our concrete loving world it was a reminder of more sustainable and eco friendly days. As these buildings fall into disrepair it is dust and timber that remains. It is also pretty simple to repair. The wood is local, the earth is local so low mileage transport too. I wonder how easy we find it to make that kind of decision? To think about the effects of our decision or to consider the environment and its future in our decision making? 

Only a short walk today that brought up halfway for us. A mere 6 km. Tomorrows long section will cross the 100 km mark for the week, and I am sure have more memorable moments. Today alongside the wheat fields, as they have been since day 2 were more beautiful poppies. The most I think that I have seen. In the UK we associate poppies with "Remembrance". I was reflecting on the quarter of a million pilgrims who walk part of this Camino each year, many of whom travel the entire way. What an amazing amount of memories, experience, learning and joy to take home with them. Memories are not just linked to such intense events but to daily life too. I wonder which are your most important?  God reminds me through the remembrance of the Last Supper at every mass of the importance of memory and of that momentous event. No wonder it is so central to Christian life, which reminds me, I had better remember to take my Spanish missal with me later tonight! 

There are literally hundreds of churches along the Camino, some still in use and some in ruins. Each could tell a story of faith, a story of community and above all a story of love. Each of us pass churches an chapels almost daily and the same is true of them. Every church tells it's story and the story of the one who inspired it's being there. I am part of the stories of several churches, not a saint but a sinner living in hope of redemption. I do my best to love others, sometimes I fail - that is to be human. God's glory is revealed in every act of love - for God is love ( and those who live in love live in God and God lives in them.) Have you ever thought of being part of that story? 

Where I live there are a myriad of canals.  Remnants of a glorious industrial past. Places of recreation for boater, angler, cyclist and runner. For some, still a commuter route. Peaceful places where a heron or two can be spotted, a moorhen and of course the occasional supermarket trolley.  I counted around thirty trolleys as I passed the Canal Trust basin locally recently. How lovely today to walk along the banks of the Castille Canal. It was peaceful and with a very impressive spot where lockgates formerly stood. Not a piece of rubbish or trolley to be seen. It really does make a difference when the environment is cared for and not mistreated.