Arzua to O’Pedrouso – Day 31

Three White Roses

This day’s walk had been short in distance; as I knew it would be.  I found myself in O’Pedrouso by 10:30am, and waiting outside the Albergue Edreira until noon, which is when they open.  I sat it out with the company of four, fifteen year-old girls, and their two adult, female escorts.  I have found, in the last thirty days, that putting together any number of Spanish citizens leads to verbal chaos.  I’m sure part of the chaos is simply artificial; the fact that I do not understand Spanish well enough to know what the line of discourse is with any certainty.  The other part of the chaos is well-founded though.  Inevitably, everyone in a conversing group is speaking at the same time, and it’ not just a few moments of disorganized conversation while searching for a common subject, or a contradicting discourse that invariably fades away.  No, what we have and maintained quite well by all participating is a competent, common chorus of cacophony.  It can go on indefinitely, and to the apparent pleasure of all.  I also notice that inevitably a male in the conversing group needs to be male; his voice noticeably becoming louder like some bull in the field noting his dominance over the grass surrounding him; few pay attention except the weak of spirit.  Continue reading Arzua to O’Pedrouso – Day 31

Palas de Rei to Arzua – Day 30

Leaving Palas de Rei

What amazes me, as I begin writing this post, is the abstract sense and quality of time that I encounter with each day’s journey.  In attempting to begin my recount of this day, I found myself somewhat confused as to where I started this morning.  It was Palas de Rei, it was in the dark of the morning, barely past 6:00am, and I had to maneuver my way out of this small city, through its suburbs, and out into the countryside.  Had I really done that this morning, or am I confusing this remembrance with another?  Continue reading Palas de Rei to Arzua – Day 30

Portomarin to Palas de Rei – Day 29

The Mist

First, I must note that in reaching the physical end of any discipline schedule – that was commenced in order to eliminate those common habits and inclinations that are not to the benefit of a person’s sanctification or general well-being of one’s spirit – there can be no assumption that the discipline has corrected the defect of concern.  One’s schedule for specific disciplinarian routine is just that; one’s choice of schedule, and as such has no assured relationship to the depth and character of the ingrained habit or inclination.  That’s a lot of words to state a simple fact…..  Continue reading Portomarin to Palas de Rei – Day 29

Sarria to Portomarin – Day 28

El Cruciero

For the second day in a row, I found myself crawling out of my bunk bed; lights off and everyone else in the dorm either asleep or wishing they still were.  I understand the feeling.  You just walked 22 kilometers the day before, and against your better judgment, or just because you just walked 22 kilometers, you take off with friends to financially support the local cafes and bars until 10:00pm.  Now wait, you’re saying that 10:00pm isn’t all that late, and you’re right.  The Albergues all lock their doors at somewhere between 10:00pm and 11:00pm, so you don’t have much choice, unless you want to sleep on the doorstep of the Albergue.  Continue reading Sarria to Portomarin – Day 28

Triacastela to Sarria – Day 27

128 Kilometers to Go

I’m going to have to confess that from this day, Tuesday, till I reach Santiago de Compostela, on Sunday, I am probably going to be a little one-minded.  It is as I began to discuss a couple of posts back; I’m nearing the end of this pilgrimage.  My mind is locked in on the realization, and my physical destination is clear.  I’d also have to say that I sense the work done within me is near completion.  I sense its place in my mind, my heart, and my soul.  Something is irrevocably changed; I’m just not sure of what it is.  That is something that I think will play itself out on my return and in the subsequent months and years to come. Continue reading Triacastela to Sarria – Day 27