Sunday 17 August 2014

Amigos Welcome Service 2014

Signs at the entrance to the Pilgrims' Office in English and Spanish
Hola

This year 58 fabulous volunteers have donned Amigos T shirts and are welcoming pilgrims as they arrive in Santiago. They come in all ages and all shapes and sizes. Some speak Spanish and other languages fluently. Some are learning. Two things they all have in common: they are all experienced pilgrims who have gained at least one Compostela and they all have huge hearts and warm smiles. They are all members of the participating organisations. The pictures tell the story...

APOC Amigo Ari happy at his work


Brad answers questions
Liz sells a tube  to carry the Compostela


After the Friday evening Mass seeing the Botafumeiro close up!

Mila gives the final stamp

A happy team



And they always have fun







Thursday 12 June 2014

When the Saints go marching in...


For the two months of April and May I went to church every day. I can almost hear your gasps of surprise. I’ve written before about my ambivalence about religion and the Catholic Church in particular and my difficulties with the certainty of faith. But as you know, like most other pilgrims, I have also been profoundly affected by the spiritual power of the Camino. So at 9am every morning I have been going to the Cathedral and with an ancient key I have opened the heavy gates to a chapel where I have lit candles, turned on some soft music and I have just sat there. It has been one of the very best things I have done in my life.

Let me tell you more.
     
On the left hand side of the Cathedral as you enter from the Plaza Inmaculada the door to one of the side chapels has been open for the last 10 weeks. It will remain open until October. The chapel is open from 9am every morning until 7pm. It is a quiet place of prayer and reflection for pilgrims. It is the place where there is Mass in English at 10.30am every morning.
The Chapel is named after Our Lady of Soledad, Our Lady of Loneliness, and there is a powerful depiction, in typical Spanish style, of the mother of Jesus mourning the loss of her son. It is also a deeply serene space in the busy and bustling cathedral. It lies in one of the oldest parts of the building and some of its stones are more than 800 years old. In candlelight it is very peaceful offering pilgrims a quiet place to sit, to think or pray, to talk or to be silent. Or all of these. This is the place where every day the saints of the Camino come. Not saints who have been canonised by the Catholic Church. They are the saints who through their struggles and journey along many Camino paths have thought about their lives, who want to reflect more on where they are going , and who perhaps want to resolve the burdens they may have been carrying for years. Above all they are pilgrims trying to be better people. That’s what pilgrims do. The Mass which begins at 10.30am is remarkable.

The priest begins, “Good morning and welcome. I’m Joe from Cork in Ireland. I’ve walked the Camino and I’m here for a month to talk to pilgrims and provide Mass and confession. Where are you from?”  And so a beautiful pilgrims’ litany begins...”I’m Anne from Colorado, I walked from Sarria”, “We are Ivan and Irena from Russia, we walked from Saint Jean”, “I’m Alan from Australia, I walked from Ferrol”. There is huge laughter when someone says “I’m Tony from London, England, I walked here from my hotel” or “I’m Fiona from Florida, I came by cruise ship.” And even in these first few minutes of mass there are poignant moments, “I’m Mary from Ireland and I’m here to pray and wait for my daughter who finishes her Camino in the next few days”. “I’m  Ian from South Africa I walked from Pamplona in memory of my wife who died last year”.
As the service proceeds there is a tangible feeling of solidarity when the priest makes reference to the Camino experience as both a physical and spiritual journey. He raises a smile when he mentions blisters and knowing looks when he mentions the moments of reflection every pilgrim is drawn to.  Heads bow when he invites people to think of those they met, they kindnesses they experienced, the joy of arrival. Everyone knows the challenge which lies ahead is applying these lessons to the pilgrimage of life which is to come.
I sometimes think about how all of this began. Last year for the first time there was regular Mass in English in the cathedral for the first time when we organised three priests to come at their own expense for 6 weeks.  It was an instant success. This year I wondered if we could do it for longer. Would we get priests? Could we also get religious sisters or brothers to also come and help. I wrote about it here on this blog. On Facebook. I put an advertisement in a religious magazine, “Priests and religious wanted to minister to pilgrims in Santiago. Give up your time. Pay your own way.” 20 pilgrim priests applied. 24 religious said they wanted to come. And so we have a new ministry and a Place of Prayer in the Cathedral for more than 6 months.
The chapel is small and intimate although we’ve had almost 80 people there for Mass one day. The altar is simple. The cross is two pilgrim walking sticks lashed together. From the start we simply put out some paper and pens and a bowl. The pilgrims spontaneously began writing their prayers and leaving them in the bowl. For some these anonymous “intentions” as they are called in the Catholic tradition are prayers. For others they are wishes. They can be “to do lists”, heartfelt desires, expressions of faith or expressions of doubt. The bowl soon filled and the pilgrims started laying their petitions on the stone shelves and on the sleeping stone statues. The chapel has become covered in these pilgrim prayers which we have decided will remain there until the ministry closes in October.
There is always someone in the chapel. One of the team. Sometimes pilgrims talk, sometimes they are upset. Finishing the Camino brings a mixture of emotions as we think of the journey past and the return to reality which lies ahead. Sometimes a decision has been taken to deal with something in their lives. To heal a broken relationship or to finally let it go. Opposite the chapel the priest who says Mass in English is also available for confession or just to talk.
Now another priest and two sisters are here. They open the chapel every day.  I miss those hours of silence and being with the pilgrims. But there are volunteers to be organised and Compostelas to be written! When we close a final Mass will be said for all of the intentions of the pilgrims and then they will be burned. But the memories will linger for a long time to come.
On 3 May the Chapel was busy. During the introduction a group of women from Ireland explained they were walking with the mother of a young lad, Jack Kavanagh, who had been paralysed in an accident.  A Russian couple said they were walking to pray for peace, particularly in the Ukraine. The entire chapel  burst into applause when at the front a young couple from Australia, Jenny and Chris,  told us that they had walked the Camino Frances and would be married in this place that afternoon.
Not every day is quite so dramatic. But every day the pilgrim saints come and write their prayers. They are folded pieces of paper and anonymous. But the other day I saw a scrap of paper under a chair and reaching down to lift it up amongst the other petitions I couldn’t help but read the childish handwriting: “for my Dad, help him kick cancers butt”.
Despite all of my doubts I cannot deny the power of these expressions of faith and of hope. Into that chapel the saints keep coming in. Trite as it may sound, I want to be in that number.  
     
 


Tuesday 18 March 2014

New services offered by the Pilgrims' Office in Santiago


Certificate of Distance

In addition to the traditional Compostela and Certificate of Welcome which are still issued on a donativo basis the Pilgrims' Office is now offering a Certificate of Distance.

This new certificate has been produced in response to requests from pilgrims. It records the route which the pilgrim walked, the starting point, the amount of kilometres and the date of arrival in Santiago. The cost is 3€.



New Service for Organised Groups of Pilgrims

The Pilgrims' Office is offering to prepare Compostelas and Certificates in advance for organised groups so that they can avoid waiting in the queue at the Pilgrims' Office.

If anyone wishes to use this service the group leader should email the Pilgrims' Office and they will be sent a form to fill in on behalf of the pilgrims in the group. The Compostelas/Certificates will be ready for them on arrival.

In addition to this the Pilgrims' Office will also issue a certificate in the name of the group as a whole and will arrange to have the group welcomed by name at the beginning of the Pilgrims' Mass.

This is a free service and donations are invited for the Compostela/Certificates. 


Wednesday 12 March 2014

Camino Portuguese by the coast - a most helpful itinerary

 
With thanks to Rosemary Hillard who set out on her birthday in October 2013

Porto Cathedral > Matosinhos

along the Duoro
always water on our left
the sound of sea gulls

A beautiful walk ... following the river until it meets the sea.
                       
Senhor de Matosinhos Pensão-Residencial


Matosinhos > Vila do Conde
We made a few wrong turns on this stretch (markings are contradictory at a few points but helpful locals finally got us on the right path). It was raining hard when we arrived in Vila do Conde and we were pleased that our room had a nice big bath tub and a family run restaurant right downstairs. Facilities were somewhat dated and basic, but very clean and comfortable. Good food and plenty of it.
                       
                        Pensão Patarata
                        Lavandeiras Pier 18, Vila do Conde  
                        252 631 894



Vila do Conde > Viana do Castelo
The weather was not much better the next morning so we took the bus to Viana do Castelo to rest and reevaluate our plans (at this point we were seriously considering ditching the caminho and taking a train from Viana to somewhere/anywhere it wasn’t raining).

Pensão o Laranjeira
                        http://www.olaranjeira.com/index.php/en/quartos
                                    http://www.olaranjeira.com/index.php/en/o-restaurante


Viana do Castelo is a lovely town and Laranjeira a wonderful place to stay. We had dinner in the restaurant downstairs from the Pensão (both run by the same family) and it was truly extraordinary. This was the only “breakfast included” place we stayed in that wasn’t just coffee, juice and toast or a buffet ... this was a beautiful breakfast, served at a table with a white linen cloth. Juice, cheese, pastries, eggs, fruit ... delicious. Thus fortified (and with our spirits renewed) we decided to continue on the caminho despite the continuing threat of rain.


Viana do Castelo > Vila Praia de Ãncora
Another beautiful walk over Roman roads, woodland paths and rural roads ... marred only by a couple of very scary snarling farmyard dogs just a few miles from our final destination. I used my smartphone and a local sim card to make most of our reservations through http://www.booking.com on day of arrival or night before. If you set up an account with them you can store your credit card info. and contact information making it very easy to book a room... and it also makes you privy to special deals. Hotel Meira popped up as a “secret deal” for 24.50€ (for a nice room for 2 and a huge buffet breakfast the next morning). Granted this is a beach town and it was very off season but it was still a fabulous deal ... generally we averaged about 35€ a night for a double.

Hotel Meira


Vila Praia de Ãncora > A Guarda
Good signage on the camino makes it easy to find Hotel Bruselas. The hotel is a bit dated but our room was clean and comfortable and the place is well located ... an easy walk down to the waterfront. Halfway down the hill to the harbor (as directed by the hotel clerk) I stopped in a vodaphone shop to pick up a Spanish sim card for my phone ... ready to go. Took a great walk around town and later had a fabulous (fried little fishes, garlic shrimp, padron peppers) and inexpensive meal at the Porto Guardés Restaurante ... a very low-key local place right on the harborfront (I highly recommend).

Hotel Bruselas

A Guarda > Santa Maria de Oia
A beautiful walk along the coast to our next stop (I believe Hotel A Raiña was recommended by JohnnieWalker). This is a family-run place, very friendly and helpful people and the restaurant downstairs serves excellent food. The family also operates a taxi service and since they were already contracted to take someone into Baiona the following morning, the proprietress insisted on taking our packs along and dropping them off at our next hotel (she would not accept payment  for this). In the morning, before she left, she directed us to a short-cut to pick up the path. The owner’s son and daughter-in-law work at the hotel and restaurant too and both are deaf. If you know even a few signs you’ll get an extra big smile (I thank my deaf friends for teaching me a bit of ASL).

Hotel A Raiña

Santa Maria de Oia > Baiona
A gorgeous walk but the last hour into Baiona the sky opened up and it poured ... our shoes were wet and our coats dripping when we arrived. The kind clerk at Pinzon put our boots and coats in the boiler room to dry out and gave us the choice of 2 rooms (we took the attic room which was fairly large and had a skylight ... not to mention a nice deep bathtub and lots of hot water!).  The streets of the old city were right around the corner ... many affordable bars and restaurants and a lively evening scene. We liked Baiona and the Pinzon so much we stayed another night and were treated to a fireworks display over the harbor (all visible through the skylight in our room).

Hotel R. Pinzon


Baiona > Vigo
From Baiona the way follows the ocean for miles on a shared bike/pedestrian way. It's gorgeous ... you can see the Cies islands in the distance all day. Surfers were out at Playa America which goes on for quite a distance. Once you leave town you walk the pedestrian path on the highway for some miles until the path turn off using secondary roads then a nature pathway on the outskirts of Vigo. The waymarks are sometimes easy to miss, so if you seem off course, just regularly ask ... we found everyone to be approachable and helpful (it will help if you speak some Spanish).
                       
Hotel R. Ogalia


Vigo > Redondela
From Vigo to Redondela (10.7 miles) you spend most of the day going uphill but you're treated to incredible views of the city, the ocean, and the harbor dotted with rafts supporting oyster farms. It was raining hard when we did the last stretch into Redondela and we did make a few wrong turns but finally arrived at the Albergue where we spent the night.

In Redondela you join the main Portuguese camino route to Santiago ... very well marked and with ample lodging at all levels from municipal albergues to paradors. 

Redondela > Pontevedra
We completed the camino from Barcelos to Santiago in 2012 so we were familiar with this stage. In May of 2012 we stayed in the municipal albergue which is very nice but a bit of a walk into town. Pontevedra’s a wonderful little city and we wanted to be able to enjoy the night life a bit more so we stayed at the Hotel Comercio, inexpensive and well located. Staying in town will also save you a bit of walking the next morning!

Hotel  Comercio

Pontevedra > Caldas de Reis
We knew this would be a long day (and we felt like indulging ourselves) so we had our packs transported by taxi to our next stop, Hotel O’Cruceiro in Caldas de Reis. It rained off and on for most of the day but a generally pleasant walk. Nice woodland paths and some through grape arbors and farmland. A few slightly scary highway stretches, but easy to forget once they are done.

Hotel  O’Cruceiro

O’Cruceiro also operates an albergue in the same building as the hotel (different floor) and word is that it’s very nice, like the hotel, clean and well cared for. Another plus is the lively bar on the ground level and a very good supermarket right across the street.

Caldas de Reis > Padron
Unrelenting rain! I obviously hadn’t rinsed all the soap out of my socks on their last washing as I had soapsuds oozing out of my boot laces! Pension Jardin was well located (in a beautiful old house across from a park, just a short walk from the cathedral) and the downstairs was rather lavishly decorated with antiques (probably original to the house). Rooms, except for one, were less lavish but very comfortable and clean.

Pension Jardin

Padron > Santiago
Overlooking the Plaza Galicia. Great location and value. It is located right next to the old town, less than 10 mins from the cathedral and less than 15 mins from the train station. The rooms are well equipped, the WiFi signal is very good, and the staff is friendly and helpful.

Residencia Fornos






Thursday 6 March 2014

In praise of lentejas


Spanish lentil soup is thick, meaty and restorative. It has the power to revive the coldest pilgrim. Within a few spoonfuls tired pilgrim feet throb as its energy reaches the extremities. Lentejas are served everywhere in Spain especially in winter. On the Via de la Plata they were served piping hot with huge chucks of  crusty bread.

For pilgrims who want to try this miraculous cure at home here is an authentic Galician recipe for the best lentils you will ever taste: 

Ingredients:

100 grams minced meat
Pancetta  diced- I usually trim off the fat from a good slice
Chorizo a mixture of sliced and diced- about half of the curved one
Potatoes - amount to taste cut into small cubes - use a potato that doesn't dissolve
2 Carrots - diced finely
1/2 tin of tomatoes or half jar tomato sauce
Lentils - green - about half the pack
A pinch of sugar
Seasoning - salt and black pepper
3 or 4 cloves of garlic crushed and chopped finely
one or two onions
Half of a red pepper or whole small red pepper finely chopped

Method

Brown the minced meat and set aside
Then gently fry the pancetta, onion, garlic, carrot and red pepper for about 10 mins until they are soft and onions are clear but not coloured

Add the minced beef and mix in the pot
Add the Lentils and mix on the gentle heat for 2 - 3 mins
Add the tomato sauce
Season and add pinch sugar for the tomatoes
Add "enough" water
Simmer for 20 mins
Add the diced potatoes and chorizo and simmer until they are cooked

Que aproveche!

Friday 28 February 2014

In praise of good accommodation

The two top priorities for pilgrims on the Camino to Santiago are how to find their way on the route  and how to  find accommodation. 
First priority: the route is very well waymarked indeed. Although I used the Eroski walking notes I could easily have walked by just following the yellow arrows and waymarks. However I like to know what’s coming and the distances involved. For those new to the Via de la Plata I say set off without fear. The locals know the route and I found they were very willing to help.
Second priority: there are many more options for decent accommodation nowadays than ever before. I had a list of the accommodation available along the way and planned my stages accordingly. But it was obvious to me that the economy of the camino is changing as the market becomes more competitive. Let me give a brief overview:
In Seville although there is no municipal albergue there is a huge number of options from very cheap hostals to expensive hotels. Usually I simply use www.booking.com  I have found some real bargains over the years. This time I stayed in the heart of the Barrio Santa Cruz right in the centre of Seville. I booked the Hotel Murillo. The reviews said it was cheap and clean in a fantastic location. It proved to be all of these things.  
Albergue Guillena
From Seville we walked to Guillena here on my first Camino there was a horrid, dirty little albergue. Now the town boasts a private albergue which charges 12 euros and a new municipal albergue which charges 10 euros. We slept in the latter and the dead of night it was bitterly cold. Winter pilgrims need good gear and I was snug inside my sleeping bag.
However even on this first stop it struck me how the economy of this route has changed. Guillena is a small dormitory town of Seville with less than 10,000 inhabitants. It is a 23 kms walk from Seville. It now has three choices for pilgrim accommodation: the municipal albergue which costs 10 euros and the private albergue which costs 12 euros – both with beds in dormitories with no sheets and towels. The local Hostal Francés has twin rooms with en suite bathroom, sheets, towels, heating and food available(but not included) for 15 euros each.  It emerged this was the case all along the route.
Take Monasterio for example. This town is 103 kms from Seville. It has a number of hostals, a hotel, and a couple of years ago the local parish church opened a new albergue. Even this Albergue Parochial  has a set charge of 10 euros. I visited it to find it was very well appointed but had no heating. On the wall beside the poster was a recommendation for the Menu del Peregrino in the local Hotel Moya. The Menu cost 9€. So the cost of sleeping in the albergue plus dinner was 19€ +  the cost of breakfast the next day. Just a few yards away the Hostal Moya was advertising “oferta del peregrino” 25€ for a single or twin room + dinner + breakfast.
For those pilgrims on a budget such as young people there is no doubt that a basic albergue is great value especially if there are cooking facilities which they can use. However my experience on this camino is that the hostelaria market is changing to meet the needs of pilgrims and becoming increasingly competitive.

“But what about the communal experience of a group of pilgrims sharing the same albergue?”  I hear people ask. In my youth I did more than my fare share of youth hostelling, camping and sleeping in bothies in the mountains of Scotland . I loved all of it. However nowadays sharing showers, toilets and dormitories unless it is essential holds little attraction. That doesn’t mean  the communal spirit is lost. For example  by the time we arrived in Carñaveral, 328 kms from Seville, we had met 6 other pilgrims.  The albergue there closed some years ago and so we all checked into the into the Hostal Malaga. For a twin room it was 15 euros each for a bed and for a triple 12 euros. We were altogether for dinner and breakfast but enjoying privacy of showering and sleeping not to mention sheets, blankets, pillows, fresh towels and heating.
I really do hope that municipal albergues survive these changing circumstances. However they have to up their game. They have to be clean, provide comfortable beds with hygienic covers and provide for basic needs such as toilet paper and some heating when it is freezing.
For pilgrims, especially in winter, it is very economical to walk with a companion and share hostal accommodation. I also think that increasingly pilgrims will meet up with others on the way and decide to share the costs of a twin or triple room. Perhaps there is the need for an internet matching service for pilgrims before they leave?
Whatever the economic aspects of accommodation much more important is the human kindness and hospitality provided by many people along the Camino routes whether they work in public or private albergues, hostals or hotels.
On the day we walked to Torremejía, 195 kms from Seville, it started to rain heavily in the last hour. It was a 28 kms stage and we were tired by the end of the day. We battled through the rain and arrived slightly bedraggled. We were walking along the main street looking for accommodation when a man approached, “You’ll be the two Scottish pilgrims” he enquired. I was astonished. “How do you know that?” I asked. “In winter there are few pilgrims. Yesterday an Italian told me that there were two Scottish guys coming behind”. “Can you recommend a place where we can stay?” I asked. “Yes in my albergue” he replied. “Just come with me”. At that he walked us to his car, introduced us to his wife and drove us to the local Albergue Turistico which he and wife run.
It was a beautifully renovated historic building. "Beds for 12 euros", he said, showing us where the lights were and checking the water was piping hot. He gave us keys and explained he had to go because his father was ill. “Is there somewhere we can eat?” we enquired. “Everything is closed in the evening at this time of year...but I tell you what, have a shower, get changed and I’ll come back a little later and we’ll see what can be done.”  On his return we again got in his car and we drove to the main street where he parked outside a restaurant. “This is my family’s place” he explained, “we’ve opened for you.”  We were only two customers. We had a drink before dinner,  a sopera with as much soup as we could eat, roast chicken with chips and salad, fresh fruit and ice cream for dessert plus coffee and a liqueur. Well it had been a hard day. He presented the bill for 23 euros. Of course we paid more which he accepted reluctantly.  Thank you to Alonso and his wife Fernanda because of them and people like them we can all truly praise decent accommodation.

Next ...In praise of lentejas!
           

Tuesday 25 February 2014

In praise of cobblers

Finding the Way
Having set off from Seville Cathedral we made our way through the city streets following the tiles set on the walls of buildings. In the South these are the other way round from the Camino Francés. The point rather than the rays show the way to go. The tiles aren’t placed consistently in this way throughout the route, as if someone forgot what had been decided at the committee meeting. But the way is clear and in addition to the tiles there are plenty of yellow arrows and special Via de la Plata markers to ensure that we wouldn’t get lost. And we didn’t.
The first time I walked this route I relied heavily on a guidebook. But that was 7 years ago and now the waymarking is infinitely better and there is much more pilgrim infrastructure. On this Camino I used a simple list of accommodation available on the Pilgrim Forum http://www.caminodesantiago.me/community/threads/accommodation-and-walking-schedule-for-the-via-de-la-plata.17077/ and also the walking notes provided by Eroski: http://caminodesantiago.consumer.es/los-caminos-de-santiago/via-de-la-plata/
If you are looking at the Eroski guide don’t be alarmed by the length of the suggested stages. The route doesn’t have to be walked in 26 days. First time round I took a total of 36 days and this time we took 22 days to reach Salamanca rather than the 19 suggested by Eroski. We used the walking notes and the accommodation list to plan stages which suited us better.

Leaving Seville
On that first morning we strode out confidently. Crossing the bridge to the barrio Triana I overheard two tourists remarking on the padlocks on the railings. “These can’t be for bicycles,” they said, “there are too many of them.”  The locks all had two names or initials written on them in felt pen, and a date. I had seen these before and found out that rather than an old custom the lock thing had appeared in the last couple of years, started by some Italian students who were spreading a craze that started in Rome on the Milvio bridge, based on the story of the romantic comedy Ho voglia de Te (I Want You), which came out in 2007. The film was adapted by Federico Moccia from his novel of the same name. In the newspaper El Pais there was an interview with Federico Moccia, in which he threw a bit more light on the whole thing. “I was looking for a Roman legend about love, but there wasn’t one so I made one up: I just put together the idea of the steel lock with chucking the key into the river, something final,” he said. So now you know!

We crossed the bridge dotted with hundreds of padlocks and turned right. This road in a kilometre or so would lead us out of the city.

On the way to Guillena

The sun was shining as we strode along on this first 22.7 kms stage. We had a glorious walk along the river as we followed the path. At one stage I glanced down at the Big Man’s boots. I was certain there was some amiss. We stopped and looked. One of the seams on his boot was coming loose. This on the first day of a winter pilgrimage! We decided to press ahead to the albergue in Guillena and consider our options there. On arrival it was clear this was a serious problem. The seam was opening up along its line. The boots were no longer waterproof and might come apart completely. We had 500 kms to go. I came up with a plan. “There is no bus...let’s get a taxi back to Seville to Decathelon, buy new boots and get a taxi back?” At a rough calculation that would be 50€ for the taxis and over 100€ for new boots. Hmmmm. I wasn’t pleased. I never quite said, “Why didn’t you check your boots before you left?”  But the unsaid accusation hung in the air. Time was going on. It was getting dark and cold. Then the Big Man said, “I wonder if there is a cobbler here?” Now Guillena is a small pueblo a few minutes drive from Seville, I doubted if it would boast a zapatero. Undaunted off we went, boot in hand. 
“Hay un zapatero aqui?” was the question asked of several people. Some gave blank looks. Others shrugged. Then we were directed to the village shoe shop. They confirmed that there was indeed a zapatero who worked from his house across the road. There in the garden shed were the accoutrements of cobbling and a young woman talking to the cobbler. He was altering the size of her leather boots and asked us to wait. When our turn came he examined the boot, adjusted his sewing machine, applied some glue, zapped in the stitches and presented the BM with his boot as good as new.”There, that will get you to Santiago” he smiled.  “How much is it?” the BM enquired. “3€” was the reply. Certainly cheaper than my plan. The Big Man said nothing.           

On the way to Carñaveral

Let’s leap forward some 300 kms.  We enjoyed excellent weather in the first two weeks of this Camino but the forecast predicted rain during the third week. The weather broke on the day we walked 30 kms to Carñaveral, a little white village set in the hills. I was plodding along with my head bowed to avoid the driving rain in my face. I couldn’t believe my eyes. There on my trusted boots a seam was opening up. I could see the lining inside. Parts of the route were water logged and rather than walking through the puddles I started to take detours around them. Failure of footwear miles from anywhere with no prospect of finding alternatives in a pueblo of a few thousand people is a serious matter for long distance walkers. I was worried. As the sky got blacker and the rain got heavier I wondered if this was retribution for my uncharitable thoughts about the Big Man not checking his boots before he left. “This time” I realised there was no obvious plan, “ possibly I’d need to give up, wait for a bus which might come a few times a week, and go home”.  “Maybe there will be a zapatero in Carñaveral “ the Big Man hopefully wondered.  I looked at the size of this tiny pueblo ahead, “Yeah, and maybe pigs will fly”, I thought.

We were cold and very hungry when we reached the Hostal Malaga, the only place to sleep since the albergue closed. It was late in the afternoon but the kitchen was still open. They brought us bowls of piping hot fish soup, red wine, crusty bread followed by a plate stacked high with pork ribs cooked so slowly the meat was falling off the bones. We started to feel better.  “Hay un zapatero en Carñaveral?” I asked the lady who was serving us. “No”, she immediately replied shaking her head at this stupid question from these foreigners. Then she paused, “wait a minute...there is an old man who fixes shoes, but he isn’t there all the time...you could try.” We asked for directions. “Go back the way you came,” she said “then after church turn right into Love of God Street and then left into Christ Street. You’ll need to ask where his place is.”  Only in Spain would there be streets called Calle Amor de Dios and Calle Del Cristo.
Off we went. A women confirmed that the zapatero was at number 14. We knocked and waited, No one home. We saw a light on in the next door house and so we knocked the door. The young woman who answered saw we were pilgrims and told us to come with her when we asked for the zapatero. She closed her door and led us down the street and into the Old Folks Centre. There was a group of men playing cards, “Zapatero” she called out, “two pilgrims need you”.  The man well into his 80’s shuffled out. He looked at my boot and said he could fix it tomorrow.  “We have to leave early walk to Galisteo tomorrow,” we explained. He told us to come with him, shouted to his companions that he would be back later and led us up Christ Street. As he opened the door to what used to be his family home we were transported into another world. This could have been the workshop where Pinocchio was made. It was a chaotic glory of old fashioned shoe making and repair. The old cobbler took my boot, placed it on the last, punched some holes and hand sewed the seam. He finished the job with a sealant. We asked him about the wooden feet in a basket. “Oh I still make shoes,“ he replied and reaching under the bench he brought out a pair of the most beautiful handmade gentlemen’s shoes. Such skill and such kindness to pilgrims. When we offered to pay he refused to take money. “We’ll give the Saint a hug for you” we said pressing a little cash into his hand. At that       
he hugged us. “Buen camino peregrinos”. In praise of cobblers everywhere!

Next...In praise of decent accommodation.

Thursday 20 February 2014

In praise of the Via de la Plata

The Via de la Plata was my first Camino when I set out from Seville on 2 January 2007. I had done a lot of research and some practice walks. I bought all of my equipment and I had even stood under the shower with my rain gear on. I was totally prepared. At least I thought so.
On 9 January this year I yet again left from the cathedral with the first arrow embedded in the pavement just outside. I reflected on the thousands of Camino kilometres I have walked since 2007 and the fact that my rucksack weighting 5.9 kgs was less than half the 12 kgs of “essential equipment” I set off with first time round.
That weight, despite the training I had done led to blisters, tendonitis and a soft tissue injury on my foot which took many months to heal. The first blister appeared quite quickly. This was the effect of road walking which I had not done very much of during my training. I’ve decided blisters don’t like to be lonely and the first was soon joined by others. That was a painful Camino.
However despite the pain I found the experience so rewarding and inspiring it led to more walking, writing guidebooks, helping in the Pilgrims’ Office, starting this blog and eventually moving to Santiago!
Despite the difficulties, something about that first Camino touched my heart and my soul. Of course it was the scenery and the kindness of the people, the food and the sense of peace. But looking back I now realise that the most powerful sensation was the absence of fear and anxiety. I have spoken to many other pilgrims about this. On Camino we prove to ourselves that if all of our worst anxieties and fears came to pass – if we lost all of our money, and the house, and the job and the family, and the car then we would survive. The Camino demonstrates we can live very happily with very little. The momentum of walking a stage each day from bed to bed shows us we can live one day a time. The physical effort reassures both young and especially older that we still have it in us. The sense of peace and deep reflection opens our minds and hearts to forgiveness of past wrongs and pray hope for the future. I knew from the moment I stepped into the Cathedral of Santiago at the end of my journey my life would change.
Because of the impact the Via de la Plata had on me I had a great sense of anticipation setting out from Seville once again. The Big Man was also very excited because although he had walked from Salamanca to Santiago he would now be completing the full 1000 km route.
We were not disappointed. Whilst the rain cascaded down flooding much of southern England it also rained continuously day after day in Santiago. In Seville the sun shone and the forecast predicted sun and temperatures in the mid teens for most of our pilgrimage. Fortunately I had plenty of Factor 50  with me.
We set off and as we passed the wonderful Roman ruins at Metalica I realised how much of this route remembers the days of the Roman Empire. We would pass Milarios (Roman mileage markers), cross Roman bridges, walk beside Roman aqueducts and of course walk under the magnificent Roman Arch at Caparra. The Via de la Plata is bursting with history.
 I was looking forward to visiting some of the towns again. Zafra with its palm trees called the Little Seville, Merida with its entrance over a fine Roman bridge and exit past the remains of the aqueduct, Cacares where the pretty hill top medieval city looks down on the new town.  Seeing these places again was wonderful. We went to Mass in the Pro Cathedral of Merida and in the stately church of Santiago in Cacares where we were hugged and congratulated by priest and people alike.
Throughout the 22 days we slept in municipal and private albergues, a private home, hostals, and an hotel. In Aljucen the albergue was closed because there were so few pilgrims but we slept in the hospitaleras house for the same 10 euro price. There we met José from Barcelona who fast became a new friend.
Overall the accommodation was excellent and very, very reasonably priced. There is much more available than when I walked 7 years ago. This both makes the route accessible to pilgrims who cannot walk distances of over 30 kms and has also obviously lowered prices. I’ll write more about this in another post but noticeably some municipal and parochial albergues like in Guillena and Monasterio now charge 10 euros to sleep in a dormitory, similarly private albergues charge 12 or 13 euros. In competition hostals throughout the route offered beds with sheets, blankets, towels, heating and hot water for 15 euros for a shared room. In the Hostal Malaga in Galisteo a shared room for three cost 12 euros each.  Walking with a companion or like José team up with another pilgrim to share accommodation costs makes using hostals economically very reasonable.
In Alcuescar we stayed in the albergue which is part of the Monastery of a religious order called The Slaves of Mary and Poor.  The facilities were excellent including a communal meal with other pilgrims and the hosptalero. All donativo.  At night my room was colder than a refrigerator but I was toasting hot in my sleeping bag with extra blankets supplied by the hospitalero.
A more serious aspect to my experience there was passing through the “care home” which the Order runs on the way to the chapel for Mass.  The Order the Slaves of Mary and Poor was founded in 1939 and no doubt well motivated they provide residential care for older people often with dementia or brain damage who have no one else to care for them.  But their approach to care is stuck in 1939. Old people sat facing the wall, locked into chairs. Others sat silently in a circle, eyes glazed and staring into space, still others wandered aimlessly up and down the corridors. Cuts in funding mean few staff and less therapy and activity for the residents. The place smelled of urine and highly concentrated desperation. Pray for them. It is all we can do.      
On a lighter note when I walked into San Pedro de Rozados in 2007 all accommodation was closed. I went to the local bar to enquire if they knew of anything available. “There is nothing open, sir.” The barman said, “but you can stay with my granny.” And so I did. Whilst in the bar the barman’s mother showed me drawings for a new albergue she planned to open. This time round I stayed there. And I met the granny again!
This time there were no blisters. No pain. The weather was excellent. We had two days of drizzle and only one day of wind, rain, sleet and hail which made the ascent to the Pico del  Dueña all the more satisfying at the top. At 1200 metres above sea level it is the highest point in the entire route. The iron cross can be seen for many kilometres in the descent and beyond.

Above all, with no feet distractions, this time I was able to fully appreciate the beauty and serenity of many of the stages. We walked through huge estates and natural parks, past giant reservoirs and rivers. We saw hundred of black pigs munching on acorns. Future Jamon Serrano.  At times it was so still, so peaceful, so silent I felt very privileged to have been able to return.
And I will also return to more stories of this Camino soon. Next time read...In Praise of Cobblers!