Camino de Frances, Camino de Santiago, Personal stories

Rebecca’s Video of the Journey

Certainly there must be many emotions as one walks the Camino de Santiago, not the least of which is finally walking into the square where the church of Santiago de Compostela is located. My daughter and her group put together a video which hopefully will evoke these emotions. Photos & video footage: Kelsey, Garin, Rebecca and Rosa. Editor: Rebecca. Music: “Oceans” by Hillsong.

Camino de Frances, Camino de Santiago, Personal stories

Home Again

[Tuesday, August 5, 2014]

Hey all!

We landed yesterday at SFO [San Francisco International airport] at 1700 hours and we were so happy to be back. We had spent two days in Madrid. At this point we were so done with everything that we spent one day sitting in our Madrid apartment sleeping, watching television, and wandering around for a little while in the crowded streets of our downtown residence. We also cooked a dinner of veggies and tortellini in a single frying pan. Sunday [in Madrid] we went to Mass at a convent (the church was literally one street over and a half block down), then proceeded to do a bus tour of the city. We visited the cathedral in Madrid [Almudena Cathedral] where Pope Benedict XVI said Mass with seminarians during World Youth Day in 2011. The cathedral has many side chapels of saints who were born in Madrid or other parts of Spain. We were pleasantly surprised in our wanderings to find that the cathedral housed a relic of Saint John Paul II …

The rest of the day we wandered through the major park in Madrid [The Retiro Park ?] and enjoyed ice cream on that blistering hot day next to a lake for row boats. We passed a pharmacy that said 35 degrees Celsius [95 degrees Fahrenheit], but it didn’t feel that hot, or we were just acclimated to it. That evening we went out to a plaza and got drinks …, shared a pizza, and enjoyed the atmosphere.

We arrived in the states [first at the Charlotte, North Carolina airport] and ate beautiful American food again. Kelsey went to Quiznos to get a sandwich… She was standing there for 5 minutes in shock and started crying tears of happiness because there was no ham on the menu [that she could see, anyway — there may have been. Ham had been the only meat available for most of the Camino].

Our flight from Charlotte to SFO was painful because of our eagerness to be home and done with travel. We touched down on a clear day after a beautiful view of the Bay and went out to Mexican food [Araujo’s Restaurant, San Bruno] with Rebecca’s family. We talked until 8 p.m. before heading home. When we opened the door to our house, it was like walking into a dream. We all dumped our packs and took showers and went to sleep…in our own beds with our own sheets and our own pillows. It was glorious. We can’t wait to see you all. We have SO many more stories to tell you all. See you all soon!

Jill, Kelsey, Garin, Rebecca [Gail and Rosa had gone home earlier]

Los (ex) peregrinos

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From Madrid

[Saturday, August 2, 2014 — Garin writes]

We sent an email in Santarem and we are now in Madrid. We spent around four days in Lisbon, riding on sightseeing tours to see the maximum amount of the city in minimal time, and we looked in on all the chu​rches. ​Lisbon is our favorite large city by far. We stayed in the old part of the city which is beautiful and lively, but also visited the modern part of the city that was built for the 1998 Lisbon World Exposition [ ] that looks like a futuristic science fiction movie set. We enjoyed amazing gelato, sitting by the beautiful [Tagus] River with a scenic background, and a historical market turned modern food court with cuisine from all over the world. To quote Becca, “These aren’t cooks in the kitchens. These are chefs!” Lisbon even comes with hills, tram cars (like cable cars in San Francisco), the 25th of April Bridge (like the Golden Gate Bridge) [ ], and a statue of Christ the King (like the Cristo Redentor in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil) [ ]. Jill has a few postcards that could fool people into thinking we visited San Francisco. We enjoyed ourselves nonetheless.

Lisbon has a vast number of museums for a wide-ranging audience, such as the Marionette Museum and the National Tile Museum. One day we decided to split up and see the museums that interested each of us the most. Mom visited the Coaches Museum, one of the best in the world because a queen predicted the permanence of the car and preserved the royal collection. One of the favorite stories was of the king who wanted to gain favor with Pope Clement the 11th and [had his ambassador in Rome have] three huge decorative coaches made at different times, with statues and carvings inside to show Portugal’s growing importance. The king received so many letters and compliments about the grandeur of these coaches that he wanted to see what they looked like, and so he ordered the coaches to be returned to Portugal so he himself could see them. Garin wanted to see the Oceanarium (aquarium), and Becca went to keep him company. Ironically, they spent over an hour watching the sea otters in an exhibit that was modeled after Monterey Bay. Kelsey visited the Ancient Art Museum for four hours, enjoying the variety of religious art and objects acquired by the Portuguese in their various explorations. The exhibits were set up so that people could see Indian, Chinese, and Japanese pottery over time and watch the influence of each of these cultures on Portuguese art and vice versa.

Last night we traveled on a painful eight-hour bus ride into Madrid, arriving at 6 a.m. to a sleeping Spanish city. Fortunately, the bus was not full, so we could spread out and try to catch a few hours of sleep.

We are increasingly excited to get home after all the traveling of the past few weeks.

Camino de Frances, Camino de Santiago, Personal stories

Near the End

[Monday, July 28, 2014 — Garin writes]

We last sent an email when we were in Finisterre and we did end up walking to Muxia that next day. The scenery was beautiful and the trail was not crowded which was refreshing after the crowds that occupied the Camino after Sarria. We saw a total of about 20 other pilgrims that whole day, and enjoyed saying “Buen Camino” once again. It was strange, though, to have pilgrims walking in the opposite direction, since people can walk from Muxia to Finisterre. We spent just that afternoon in Muxia, enjoying being on the rocks with the waves crashing below us; it really was the powerful and spiritual place people told us it would be (we agreed it was a more fitting end to the Camino than Finisterre). After Muxia, we bussed back to Santiago on the 25th, the feast day of St. James. Almost everything was closed, but we didn´t see any big crowds because we didn’t go near the cathedral. While in a cafe eating breakfast, we saw on T.V. the Mass in the Cathedral of Santiago with the king and queen of Spain in attendance.

We endured the 8-hour bus ride (with stops) to Fatima, where we met a Québécois man [man from Quebec] who told us where he was staying; we went with him to a nice hostel run by a man and his wife in their home. We got a private room and breakfast every morning, as well as lots of friendly help from the owners who found us places to stay in Santarem and Lisbon, made recommendations for what to do in Portugal, and insisted on driving us to the bus station when we left. They also enlightened us about the mistake we had made when tipping our waiter at dinner – since the tip was not included in the bill and we had received good service, we tipped like we do in the US. Turns out we left about 6 times what would be the norm! Whoops.

The hostel was about a 10-minute walk from the Sanctuary but was just around the corner from the Stations of the Cross and old town Fatima where the houses of Lucia, Francisco and Jacinta are. We spent a total of four nights [?] in Fatima (the first one the evening when we got in, 2 full days, and this morning) during which time we went to 3 Masses, confession, adoration, looked through their museum, did two candlelit processions, a Eucharistic procession, visited the houses of the children, did the Stations of the Cross, and prayed lots of rosaries. We were struck by the way that Fatima is both similar and different from Lourdes – they have similar layouts, and both honor apparitions of Our Lady, but Fatima is about penitence and is more somber. It´s a blessing that we had the opportunity to see both holy places in the same trip.

We are currently in Santarem, Portugal, where the greatest Eucharistic Miracle after Lanciano occurred. You should look up the story, but in a nutshell, a woman stole a consecrated host in the mid-1200s and it began to bleed profusely. The relic of this miracle is kept in the local parish church; the host along with dried blood is preserved in crystal (the appearance of the crystal casing was the second miracle) which is held in a monstrance. It is accompanied by crystallized blood mixed with wax (from the original casing for the miracle) in a second case that was in a tabernacle locked behind the altar. When we entered the church, an elderly man asked us if we wanted to see the relic (of course!) and led us behind the altar and up some steps, unlocking doors as we went. It was truly amazing to see the host and the blood, and we´re all grateful that we made the trip out to Santarem and that the church was open. Almost all of the other ten churches in town are closed (we´re reminded of a taxi driver in Spain who, when we asked if there were 2 churches in town, replied, “Two? No, four!”).

Since we judge countries by their churches and their food, we’ve noticed some culinary difference between Spain and Portugal. To quote Kelsey, “Wow, I forgot how much I enjoy flavor in my food.” Also, while French fries are still popular, they are not the solitary side dishes to every plate imaginable; our food is now sometimes accompanied by other kinds of potatoes and these strange green substances we believe are commonly known as vegetables. Portugal also has the unique tradition of placing tapas on the table without them being ordered. Thinking they were complimentary on our first night, we unknowingly added several charges to our bill. We’ve since learned that the trick is to leave the tapas on the table, and the server will eventually take them back to the kitchen (this applies to bread and butter as well). Other than this trickery, the Portuguese are extraordinarily nice people. Today we asked a man for directions, and he proceeded to flag down multiple cars and even offered to drive us to our destination. We still insisted on walking, even after we had been told by the the lady at the bus station to take a cab because it was a 20 minute walk to our hostel. Having just walked the Camino de Santiago, we weren’t sure we could make it, but we decided to tough it out and walked the couple of blocks anyway.

While walking around Santarem, we noticed yellow arrows on some posts, and immediately recognized the symbols that had guided us all the way to Santiago. Turns out we were walking on the Camino Portugues, another route to Santiago de Compostela. We noted that you can take the pilgrims out of the Camino, but you can´t take the Camino out of the pilgrims. Also, in our hostel are two pilgrims from Santa Cruz, California, who are walking the Camino Portugues.

A few other changes since leaving Spain have been the occurrence of sunset at a reasonable hour, an increase in the afternoon heat (although there’s often fog in the morning in Fatima), and the existence of more American grocery stores selling toiletries and other non-food necessities. After experiencing how hot it is here, and knowing that Madrid is much hotter, we decided to spend more of our extra time in Lisbon rather than Madrid (although for all we know Lisbon will be just as bad). We´ll be taking a bus there tomorrow, after attending Mass in the church where the miracle relic is held. If we get bored with Lisbon, we’ll move on to Madrid, but no one is complaining about having free time to spend in Europe (darn).

With only about a week left until we return home, we are increasingly excited about coming back to the things we’ve missed most about America. Among them are non-smoking areas in restaurants, free water in restaurants, familiar and varied food in restaurants (Mexican!!), and peanut butter (not necessarily in a restaurant). It will also be nice to have really clean clothes out of a washer/drier (warm!), Mass in English, and have grocery stores with meat sections that sell beef and not octopus.

That just about sums it all up.

See you all soon,

Los Peregrinos (we have decided that we are pilgrims until we land in California)

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Garin Writes

[Wednesday, July 23, 2014]

Hey all!

We sent an email to you when we were in Portomarin. We arrived in Santiago on July 20, right on our desired date. We managed to plan our hikes so that our last day was only about 10 kilometers, allowing us a relaxed walk into Santiago in the morning. We walked in with our good friends Billy, Simone, and Matt, whom we had hiked with the last few days.

Coming up to the cathedral evoked a lot of emotions, from relief to excitement to sadness. Many pilgrims spend lots of time sitting in the plaza, Becca and Kelsey included. We went to the pilgrims’ Mass … We happily got our compostelas [certificates of completion], and special compostelas from the Franciscan church about a block from the cathedral, because this year marks the 800th anniversary of St. Francis walking the Camino. It was quite impressive during the pilgrims’ Mass to see the botafumeiro [incense pot] swinging and to see the mini bonfire inside it.

So, in Santiago, we saw so many of our friends that we met along the Camino and we were all talking and comparing stories of various sections of the Camino. It was great to see basically everyone we had met [along the way] all in one day. Kelsey and Becca went out at night to enjoy a Tuna group [see ] playing traditional Spanish music until midnight.

During our time in the cathedral, we hugged the statue of St. James that is overlooking the altar and saw the relics of St. James. We just chilled out in the adoration chapel there.

We were talking about walking to Finisterre but Matt, Billy and Simone were taking the bus and Jill’s feet protested another 86 kilometers, so we decided to bus in to Finisterre with them. We are currently in Finisterre and plan to walk 28 kilometers to Muxia tomorrow.

When we saw the ocean in Finisterre, it was so refreshing and we all loved it. We stepped off the bus and we were waylaid by people recruiting us to stay in their albergue. We followed one of them who led us to this really nice hostel.

Seafood is so popular here in Finisterre. Our second day in Finisterre (July 22), we had dinner with Matt, as Billy and Simone had left earlier that day. We went swimming in the ocean ad walked out to the actual end of the world [Finisterre means “end of the world”]. The town of Finisterre is not actually [at the end]. On our way back to the town, we stopped at the ruins of an old hermitage that overlooked the whole landscape of the isthmus that Finisterre is built on.

We had originally planned to be in Muxia today but last night, we all decided that we didn’t want to leave Matt, so we stayed in Finisterre an extra day (which is today). We are very relaxed but are getting restless and are excited for the walk tomorrow. Our bodies are protesting the lack of exercise of these last few days and we miss
the Camino.

It was a bittersweet end and we already see some differences in our lives beginning with our friendships with Billy, Simone, and Matt. Muxia has been highly reccommended to us by several people as a quaint, non-touristy, and religious location. Afterwards we will return to Santiago and catch an 8-hour bus to Fatima. Post-Camino life has made us homesick, as our life for the past month has ended.


Camino de Frances, Camino de Santiago, Personal stories

Day 32 — Portomarin

[from Garin, July 16, 2014]

We are in Portomarin in the last 100 kilometers!!! Ever since Rabanal del Camino, we have started to travel with a motley group of Irish, Scottish, Danish, and American people. We enjoy their company a lot.

Today, a lot of new people were on the trail because to get a compostela [certificate indicating that you completed the pilgrimage], one needs to walk the last 100 kilometers, therefore many [people] start in Sarria, which is the closest big city to the last 100 kilometers. The trail was SO crowded today! We all felt claustrophobic. Becca wanted alone time, so she walked ahead of us in the morning only to find hordes of new pilgrims everywhere she looked and ended up joining back up with us and appreciating our company. We can’t believe that we are only 4 days away from Santiago! After the mostly rainy meseta, Galicia has been SO hot and humid! It is supposed to be the reverse, with the meseta hot and Galicia raining. However, Galicia has so far provided some of the best scenery along the Camino, with the fog rolling over the lush green hills and beautiful tall trees providing much appreciated shade! The cuisine has also changed and now we can get a torta de Santiago as a sort of almond cake since entering Galicia.

Rabanal del Camino was so far our favorite town, being so serene and quaint. The albergue there provided tea at 4:30 (made by English women) and cakes, and a herb garden available for pilgrim use. Also available for our use was a kitchen, which we utilized to make a communal meal with our adopted family. We made the most delicious salad … with SO MANY FRESH VEGETABLES!! Our albergue was right next to the church and we went to a vespers with Gregorian chanting in original Latin, and evening prayer with a pilgrims’ blessing. One of the hospitaleras described the sound of the priest´s voices as a hug, due to its beauty. There Kelsey and Becca made friends with an 11-year-old Spaniard whom they enjoyed talking to due to her simplicity of vocabulary and her patience with their broken Spanish. The day after Rabanal del Camino, we passed Cruz de Ferro, best known for its heaped pile of rocks, some ground-down into sand. The rocks symbolize people´s burdens that they carried with them on the pilgrimage. They can lay their burdens at the foot of the cross and let go of them, literally and spiritually. Personally, I carried about 10 pounds of rocks and everyone was joking about how big my burdens were! The rest of them were extremely happy to get rid of that extra small burden in their packs which they had brought with them from home.

Los Peregrinos plus Simone (Danish), Billy (Irish), Matt (Texan), and Tom (Scottish)