“I cannot remember the books I’ve read any more than the meals I have eaten even so they have made me “-Ralph Waldo Emerson. Sometimes we read what we like.…
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This particular Camino (Camino Frances) leads from St. Jean Pied de Port in Southern France to Santiago de Compostela’s ancient city in Galicia, Spain, stretching over 800 km. It is an ancient path changing and transforming lives over the centuries and is indeed the most popular Christian pilgrimage route in the world. It was proclaimed the first European Cultural Itinerary in 1987 and inscribed as a World Heritage Site by UNESCO in 1993.
In publishing this blog, I hope to motivate viewers who are interested and have intended or intend to take this journey. As for me, the inspiration, teachings, and lessons derived from this pilgrimage will last a lifetime.
I had been training for this since the summer of 2012, and by August 2013, I was ready for the challenge to trek the 800 km with my backpack weighing about 7.5 kgs. I started on August 25th, 2013, after spending some time in the beautiful French village of Saint Jean Pied de Port (having arrived there by trains from CDG Terminal via Bayonne two days before).
I trekked over the Pyrenees and across 4 regions of Northern Spain (cornfields, vineyards, chestnut trees, and bare muddy or rocky grounds), interacting with many people of different cultures from around the world. After having walked about 700 km and having taken advice, I decided at the idyllic town of Sarria (the prevalent starting point for the last stage of Camino Frances) to have my accommodation pre-booked and my backpack transferred daily. The weight on my back was reduced to that of a day-pack. Symbolically my burden was also lightened. It took me 52 days (40 walking days) to complete this physical and spiritual journey, whereas some managed to finish it in 33.
There are two ways to cross over the Pyrenees from St. Jean Pied de Port France into Roncesvalles Spain. My desire was not to walk the Route de Napoleon because I was not an experienced hiker. I decided to take The Way of St. James through Valcarlos instead. “We do not choose life, but to live it, we need to make choices.”
The fleece came out from our backpacks for the first time this early Sunday morning at 9ºC (felt like 6º). By midday, we left behind our beloved scallop shells at Puerto Irago/Cruz de Ferro, a humble monument marking the majestic spot at 1504 m above sea level (the highest point on our Camino), adding these tokens of love and blessing to the enormous pile that bears witness to the collective journey of ours and the thousands of pilgrims who have gone before…
Passed through another peaceful village (San Nicolas del Real Camino) linked to the Templar Order and then proceeded to Sahagun to see what (little) remain of the famous abbey of San Benito, which was founded in the 10th century and rose to become one of the most important Benedictine monasteries in Spain.
Realizing that we would be unable to travel like Emperor Augustus on the Roman road from El Burgo Ranero to Leon, we continued on the Camino via Mansilla de las Mullas and took refuge here for the night after walking 19.1 km
After spending some time in Virgen del Camino’s sanctuary, another beautiful sunrise greeted us this morning… In the accommodation search, we will enter Villadangos del Paramo (where we hope to get a glimpse of the statue of Santiago Matamoros) instead of the more popular Villar de Mazarife.
From Iglesia de Santiago (where Santiago Matamoros’ statue leaped out towards us), the Camino continued on a path adjacent to N-120. This was our most noisy day on the Camino. However, we managed to find relative peace and joy in casual conversation (in broken Spanish supplemented by sign language) with some folks working in their fields…
Today the Camino took us once again to the serenity and peacefulness of the countryside and further into the beautiful city of Astorga, where we welcome the modern facilities in the midst of its ancient splendor…
In Astorga, we felt the passing of the centuries. The evolution of religious architecture enthralled us. The Astorga Cathedral (Cathedral Santa Maria took centuries to build with construction beginning in 1471 and completed only in the 18th century) and the renaissance Antonio. Gaudi’s Bishop’s Palace (with its Baroque main facade) are good examples of this evolution…
We left Astorga on a cool sunny morning. Still, soon the weather began to change (the first rain since we last experienced it in the Pyrenees), making it necessary for us to seek shelter in one of the villages (Castrillo de Polvazares) somewhere in the west of the Province of Leon.
We woke up at 6:30 am, or perhaps we were awakened by the rain. We debated and decided to proceed with our journey despite the miserable condition. This early morning we were tested in the pouring rain felt forsaken and “lost.” Having walked perhaps less than 200 meters, a small car stopped in front of us on the cobbled-stone road. The driver wound down his window and spoke to us, which we could not comprehend. All we could deduce from his waving hand is a sign of “No.” Since he sensed no comprehension on our part, he got out of his car (despite the rain), pointed to the direction of our path, and waved that “no” sign again to us and, by another gesture, encouraged us to enter his vehicle. We looked at each other, and my intuition told me he could be trusted to give us a ride. He took us for about 10 kilometers on a slightly different route to the nearest village. I offered to pay him, which he flatly refused. Until today we have not the faintest idea why this happened. We know that it is most unusual for a Spanish man to be up at that hour…
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