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We decided to trade eight hours of walking in the rain in Spain for six hours of driving in the rain in Portugal. What is going on here in Iberia? Are we cursed? I have friends in Ireland and Quebec reporting out on the sunny warm weather, and here we sit with leaden gray skies and the drip, drip, drip of cool, steady rain.

OK, enough whining!

Like Lourdes, Fatima is a purpose-built site of religious pilgrimage. Otherwise, it is a tiny village which would never garner any attention. During the period May to October 1917 (notice those dates), three illiterate peasant children reported seeing visions of a woman as bright as the sun, who implored them to pray to end the Great War, to convert Russia and thus prevent more evil, and to arrange for a church to be built on the site, which was a pasture. The preposterous nature of the claims (Russia was a Christian nation, the war was several years old with no end in sight, why would anybody build a church there based on the claims of three shepherd children?) led local civic and religious authorities to reject the childrens’ claims. Still, a growing number of people joined the children on the 13th of each month, even though only the children could “see” the apparition.

All this came to a head on October 13th, when the Lady appeared one last time before a crowd of tens of thousands. Only the three peasant children saw her, but the crowd witnessed the sudden appearance of the sun on an overcast day, and the sun appeared to spin and move in irregular ways. Not all agree on what happened, but the sodden ground and damp witnesses admit they were now dry and amazed. Two of the peasant children died in the flu pandemic in 1918, as the Lady predicted, but the third, Lúcia became a nun and lived until 2005.

Much is made of the “secrets” the Lady told the children, which they only grudgingly revealed: the first was a vision of hell, which convinced the children of the necessity of leading holy lives. The second was a prediction that the Great War would soon end, but would be followed by an even worse one if people did not renounce evil, and Russia was not reconsecrated to the Sacred Heart. The third secret involved some danger to the Church, which Sister Lúcia confirmed included the attempted assassination of Pope John Paul II in 1981.

Like Lourdes, the area outside the grounds of the cathedral is a garish mess of hotels, cafes, trinket stores and religious kitsch. The grounds themselves are tranquil, although we did run into an aggressive group of beggars that started telling at us when we did not respond to their entreaties! Fatima is a huge complex, and the original nature of the quiet grove where Our Lady appeared is gone. It is impressive simply for the size of the facilities, if not their architecture.

Here is the sole remaining tree, which the children stood under when they saw the apparitions.

It is next to the partially enclosed chapel of apparitions, where we attended Mass.

The complex is reminiscient of St. Peter’s square in Rome, and it stretches away from the former grove, with a neo-modern, partially underground complex of chapels on one side, and the Basilica of Our Lady of the Rosary on the other.

The latter has an especially dramatic altar scene:

What really happened at Fatima one-hundred and one years ago? Did the children make up a story eerily similar to Lourdes and Guadalupe? How did they know before the October Revolution that the communists would take over in Russia, that the Great War would end soon, that it would be followed by another, or that the children would soon die? Why weren’t the children more upset about their impending demise? Why did progressive, socialist reporters and Portugese government officials admit something very strange happened in the sky that day in October? Why did Pope John Paul credit Our Lady with saving his life during the assassination attempt? Was it just a coincidence that he finally, specifically consecrated Russia to the Sacred Heart of Jesus in 1984, and Sister Lúcia confirmed in 1989 that this met Our Lady’s guidance?

So many questions, yet here stands an immense monument to the power of faith.

Slept in this morning and didn’t walk anywhere more than 100 meters. We found a great little cafe next to our hotel and had bacon and eggs and cafe con leche. Returned to the cathedral for a mass in English at 10:00, in a nice little side chapel, celebrated by a priest from Tanzania. We wandered around the cathedral museum, then we saw something very unusual: a charcoal brazier in the courtyard next to where the sacristy for the cathedral is. It was unlikely the priests were going to barbecue, but just as  unlikely the botafumeiro, which flew the last two days was going to fly three in a row.

We skipped out of the side entrance in the museum and found a place to watch the noon pilgrims’ mass, and sure enough, the botafumeiro flew again!

Sorry for the video quality!

Back in the museum, I saw this wooden carving of St. Sebastian, and I thought “this guy should be the patron saint of Washington bureaucrats!”

Then there was this great painting of St. James as Santiago Matamoros: notice the Moor in the foreground, having a very bad day.

Finally, we made our way to the top of the cathedral museum, so I can show you what the square is like when the rain just threatens, but does not pour:

 

Well, we made it. The pilgrimage ended much like it began, in pouring rain, thick fog, and about 50 degrees. There was very little jubilation in the square in front of the cathedral as the drenched pilgrims huddled under anything to get out of the rain.

As we appoached Santiago, we passed all the usual sights without seeing any of them. I know we went past the airport runway because I heard the jets landing. I saw the sign for Mont Gozo, the hill of joy where one can first see the spires of the cathedral, except no joy today, just fog. The good news was the terrible weather kept the arriving pilgrim numbers down, and we only had a 90 minute wait to get our Compostela.

We had heard about the strict scrutiny the volunteers sometimes enforce: where did you start, why is this place stamp missing, how did you get from here to there. We had none of that, which apparently is only for those who start in Sarria or ask for a distancia which elaborates exactly how far you walked. We just got the gratis Compostela provided by the Cathedral. It took all of 4 minutes to fill out the form and received the printed certificate.

I want to thank everyone who followed along on this adventure, especially those who prayed us forward, because Lord knows we needed it. I will have some more about the Cathedral and Santiago tomorrow, then a quick recap of thoughts which occured to me along the way, and finally a longer bit of advice for aspiring pilgrims. And we still have Fatima and Lisbon to visit!

I’ll skip the weather report, as you already know it. Every morning, we watch the Spanish news and morning show in a bar or cafe as we have breakfast: the weatherman always shows a map of the peninsula covered with clouds and rain, then he complains about the cold temperatures. I could be a Spanish TV weatherman!

We only did 16 kilometers yesterday, and got into our pensíon in Arzua just in time to watch the town’s Corpus Christi procession go by our window. Turns out this Catholic feast is the town’s special feast day, so most everything was closed for the festivities which included a canon and a fiesta in the town square. Enjoy the video:

 

We went to the Pilgrim’s mass at the local church, then out to a restaurant called Casa Nené, where we lucked into the last reservation, as they have only 20 seats. Turns out this wasn’t your typical pilgrim stop. We had English speaking waiters and a real menu with small plates for sharing: lobster and cheese toasts, grilled fresh vegetables, locally-made cheese sticks and a nice bottle of local wine. It was a great change of pace.

Today was our penultimate walk, and the Camino decided to go full circle and end as we began: all day thundershowers. We completed half the remaining distance (20 kilometers), so God-willing we will be in Santiago tomorrow around lunch. We may have to swim the final few kilometers, but at this point we’re ready for it. We are holed up in our albergue, drying our clothes on the radiator, eating our emergency rations (don’t need them anymore), and taking naps.

Hasta mañana!

 

Yesterday was a long walk, 25 kilometers (about 15 miles) from Portomarín to Palas de Reí. We had the full range of weather, starting with cold and overcast, a little rain while we ate lunch (thank you, Lord), and eventually ending with mottled sunshine. We took some nifty shortcuts along roads, owing to a hidden treasure I found back at Samos.

Y’all know how I have been complaining about the “maps” in my guidebook. When we finished dinner next to the monastery in Samos, as the waiter bussed the table, I noticed the tabletop was…a 1:50,000 map of the Camino going forward! This was a military-grade map, and I was like a child at Christmas, but how to capture this extraordinary find? Judy reminded me to take a digital picture, and now I had a real map to use as needed.

So now when I face an evening’s planning session, I go to the enlarged digital photo. Yesterday, the guidebook had us walking downhill to a trail which then went back up over the crest of a large hill. I checked my map, and yes, the road we were about to cross went right around that same hill and rejoined the Camino on the other side.

While I was writing this post, I saw someone on Facebook calling out pilgrims who don’t carry everything, or take shortcuts or rest days. It was a classic “I’m a real man and you’re not” post.  I could not resist responding, mentioning heat, light, fabrics and medicine as things you might want to consider avoiding if you think you’re a real pilgrim. I guarantee you the medieval pilgrims went around a hill if they could, among other things they did to lessen the hardship.

We also passed some 3rd century BCE ruins along the way, some of the best preserved in the Iberian peninsula. They don’t even have explanatory boards up yet, bit were still quite remarkable.

Today was much shorter (15 kilometers), and we are only 53 kilometers from Santiago. The morning was as gray as ever, but the path was soft and smooth, and the hills and valleys very manageable.

We even spread out my poncho on a grassy field and took a nap: something I imagined us doing all the time if the weather had cooperated. Pilgrims were walking past us taking pictures: we’ll have to see if we show up on social media.

In the early afternoon, a giant glowing orb appeared in the sky. It seemed friendly enough, provided some heat, and was around most of the rest of the day. Anybody else see it?

We are all checked in another great room in Pensíon Berenguela in Melide. At the local church, they were getting ready for the feast of Corpus Christi. Another short day tomorrow, then two long days to Santiago!

We took two days to complete this segment, trying to use the less rigorous pace in place of a full rest day. Either the weather has marginally improved or we’re just getting used to it. Still overcast, but almost no rain and the temps may have touched 60 sometime during the day.

We did have great luck with our albergue last night. Sometimes it is a tiny room with little heat, a shared bathroom, and small beds. Last night it was this:

And here’s the view from the common area.

Today’s walk into Portomarin was even shorter: only about 11 kilometers. We got to sleep in at the albergue, so much so that the cleaning team tried to enter our room at 8:00, since most pilgrims are gone by then. We got a nice “occupado? vale, vale!” from the cleaning lady, using the all-purpose Spanish phrase (vale, vale) which means OK, or yes, or whatever, based on the context.

As we meandered down the trail, we had a little bit of literal sunlight, and then some figurative sunlight, too. The first came in the form of a glowing orb in the sky, which means this was our 7th day of direct sunlight on the camino, which was a cause for joy. The latter was suddenly running into Samantha, a young friend we first encountered way back in Larrasoaña and had offered to drive to Fatima after the Camino.

There she was, joining us on an Indiana Jones-like trail into Portomarin for a coffee con leche. Rejoining Camino family members after absences brought on by different schedules and places is a true joy. Hope we see more of our early Camino friends before we finish!

Sarria is about 115 kilometers from Santiago, so it is the unofficial start of the Camino for Spaniards hoping to get a Compostela with a week of hiking. The nature of the Camino changes greatly here. The way is crowded with bunches of college students, teen-agers, and various groups traveling together. No more long solitary marches: now we are part of a mass movement.

But before we reached Sarria today, we had another quiet day as we mucked our way out of little Samos and rejoined the main Camino. We had our customary overcast skies and on/off rain, but the temps got into the 50s so were able to discard our rain gear and just get wet, which is a better alternative than wearing rain gear as you hike and being soaked in sweat underneath it!

While the trail yesterday into Samos was quite delightful, the trail back out today was a mess. Steep hills with water running down the trail, or muddy little pueblas where you choose which puddle to step in. Luckily, when we rejoined the main trail, the skies cleared and we got some sun. Perhaps it is a foreshadowing of the rest of the Camino.

Today was also a landmark in that I met my biggest Camino goal. I told my Spanish teacher in Mexico that my goal was to be mistaken for a Mexican while in Spain. When I was checking in to the pensíon today, I mentioned we live in Mexico. The hospitalera said I spoke like an authentic Mexican; I was overjoyed! Who knows if she meant it as a compliment? I’m taking it that way!

We spent a night in a tiny little town called Biduedo at a charming inn named Casa Xato. It was very much like staying at someone’s house, as we were the only guests and were treated so well. The owner even started a fire for us: I have never seen anybody light a fireplace with a propane tank and a blowtorch, but it works really well! We asked her when was dinner, and she said “when do you want it?” We asked what was for dinner, and she said “what do you want?” We just ordered a thick local soup, bread, and wine, but she insisted on also serving us a meat tart very famous in Galicia. Like I said, we were family.

While the weather remained high 40s and overcast, our walk today was almost all downhill and along a river. The valley is secluded, safe from the winds, but damp. It looked like if you sat down for a moment, the moss would start growing up your leg. Cool, bordering on cold, but now we are pretty used to it. We even found an old rock wall to use to sit and rest on.

When we crested the final hill, we could see the Monastery at Samos. This has been a place of reverent worship continuously since the 6th century. The monks took the rule of St. Benedict (Ora et labora, or prayer and work) in the 9th century, and still practice it to this day. The monastery is not technically on the Camino, on an optional side route, but has been associated with pilgrimage since the initial discovery of St. James’ remains.

As is our routine, we arrived in the early afternoon, got cleaned up and changed, arranged for laundry, took a nap, then went sightseeing and had an early dinner. The best part of today was attending the evening Mass.

I am going to miss pilgrim menus and meals!

We walked 700 meters up, 20 kilometers along, and about 500 years into the past today. We are about as high up as one gets on the Camino, and it is quite literally downhill from here to Santiago. We are in o’Cebreiro, just barely into Spanish Gallicia.

If the spelling seems odd, it is: this part of Spain is Celtic, and this mountain-top town looks it. From the round, thatched roof buildings, the stonework, the wet and above the clouds climate, it all looks pretty familiar…in Ireland, or Scotland!

The haul up here was as hard and bad as we are used to. We passed up an offer to ride horses, which in retrospect was a poor choice. They passed by us on a tight portion of the mountain trail, and left behind one more thing to watch out for on the ground! We had no rain nor wind, but overcast skies and only 50 degrees, which in the end proved a blessing as we were generating plenty of heat on the hike.

Our albergue looked like every other stone building in the tiny little town, but held a surprise: a remarkably modern room with a private bath and a nice view. Today’s effort required an afternoon nap, then some local exploration. I had my first bad pilgrim meal: puny trout and undercooked fries…I guess it had to happen sometime!

We made it to the pilgrim’s mass at the church, which is the oldest existing one tied directly to the Camino. It was very moving.