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Angels

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White pilgrim,

I've met a lot of angels on the camino. In various guises.

Some pilgrims I met and helped may have thought I was an angel too. ;-)

So are the helpful souls in this forum. ;-)


Mark
 
Peregrino Blanco, how are you definining the term, "angel?" Best, xm 8)
 
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There are some people who cruise the Camino, offering assistance and help to those who appear to be suffering. That was my understanding...
 
and some may appear in the guise of a little field mouse. There to spur you on when you are laying in the snow and your strength has left you. As experienced by my other half (rioja routard) in April

quote below from his posting - 'greetings from Pamplona' 1/4/07

"I was totally exhausted, I lay down in the snow surrounded by forests and mountains and wondered how I could continue. Then I watched a tiny field mouse hopping around me, it seemed almost tame and just looked at me and I at it. I thought if this creature can survive so will I. I carried on and got to the summit and then down to Roncesvalles."

I am so very grateful to that little creature for giving my boyfriend the strength to go on!
 
That will do it for me!

Angels are nearly always portrayed as men in very white clothing - washing machines in heaven then..

Both Jewish and Arabic traditions say it is right and proper to offer hospitality to strangers as apart from anything else, they may be angels. Sounds right to me.

Interventionist world or fixed? I prefer interventionist, don't you? Makes so much more sense.

So, angels? everywhere, always - but don't always expect to recognise the event at the time.
 
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sorry, when I wrote 'nearly always portrayed' I meant in the Bible.
 
Angels of the Camino come in many forms. Little mice who spur you on, the perro-grinos who keep you company, Sr. Agapito who leaves biscuits and peanuts outside his house in San Martin (just after Leon), the podiatry students who visit the refugios in Astorga and Villadangos to tend to pilgrims' feet, anyone who shares their chocolate or gives directions.

It's all part of the Camino Magic.
 
OK, guys, you're gonna laugh at this, but here it goes. It may sound kind of melodramatic :lol: , now, when I tell the story.

Not then.

I had a similar experience like the one that happened to rioja routard, sorta.

I got lost during my first Camino, in the middle of some hilly woods, with no one in sight for miles around. I had no water or food left. It seemed that I kept walking around in circles and could not find a way out.

A couple of hours of desperation into this hell, I saw what appeared to be two large dogs or wolves, standing, at a distance, very still, at the entrance of one of those shaded walking "tunnels" we walk through so many times on the Caminos.

They stood, so, so, still, staring, at me.

"Well," I figured, "this is it."

I had a pole and all, but was exhausted and terrified.

It's strange that at moments like this the weirdest ocurrences come to mind.

It ocurred to me to take pics of the animals, so that, when my body was found :lol: , at least they would know who the culprits were for my demise ( :!: ).

So, I figured I'd go ahead, face the inevitable, walked towards them, slowly, taking pics.

But, as I got close to them, they moved away.

I kept following them.

Eventually, I got close enough to see that they were a couple of calves. They probably had gotten lost. I stopped taking pics and reached out to them, wanting to touch them.

But, again, they would have none of it and moved.

This went on for approx 20-30 minutes.

Eventually, I reached a place where I saw the ubiquitous "mojon" (landmark) with the St James conch.

I had found the way out.

"What a relief!"

Then I looked back, and the calves were gone.

I walked a bit looking for them, but they had disapeared.

Nowadays, when I look at the photos, I feel the same eerie feeling I experienced then. I still don't know what to make out of it. If anything.

This, btw, is one of the values of taking pics on the Caminos. They're full testimony that the things/events we protographed were not figments of imagination.

Angels, cosas del Camino, or... :?:
 
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Angels are nearly always portrayed as men in very white clothing - washing machines in heaven then..


Aren't they supposed to be asexual? :? But then they have male names... Hmm...
 
Angels.

Xm. I think I hold with the entertaining unawares thinking. I don't accept
the Victorian stained glass window dude with feathered wings, Californian
bushy blond hair-do, picture of Angels. I had not thought about Angels in animal form. However that does fit the idea of messengers from God that encourage. As for fellow pilgrims~ I have no idea where John who is walking beside me comes from~ it may be Hanover, it could
as easily be Heaven. I detect a little embarrassment in your telling of the
story of the wolves. Why? We live in God's dynamic world and he is
in control. the meta-narrative is not dead as post modernists keep trying to tell us. Jesus rose from the dead: anything can happen~ even Angels.
So keep the stories coming.
 
ur right, PEREGRINO BLANCO, there's a bit of in there. Dunno, sounded kind of funny to me when I read it :!: BTW, they were calves, so beautiful and peaceful. Best, xm 8)
 
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No, wings and lyres came later. In Judaic/Christian writings angels are men in brighter than normal white clothes. Angel means messenger.

As for discussions about the nature of this reality - fixed or interventionist - logic and observation comes down on one side quite solidly - it is interventionist. Personal opinions about it all are a modern spin-off from this 1st world new Cult of the Individual and are utterly worthless as they are merely opinions that always support what the person already wants to believe, allowing that person to live as they already do. Yet people do live their lives by them.

Observation and trust are all, and, yes, there are 'helpers'.

Look, take a moment. Imagine this - you are asleep and cannot be woken up, a coma. Tests show that you are dreaming and sometimes the dream is nasty and frightening (as we all know, 'real' dreams are utterly real as you dream them). Someone awake who cares deeply about you can see that although you cannot be woken there may be a way of making the dream a better experience and that may eventually lead to you safely waking up if they could somehow insert themselves into your dream. Using some electronic gadgetry they manage to do this indirectly - you, in your dream then occasionally feel protected, or diverted away from where an accident could have happened, or someone says something to you that changes what you do next and so on. You feel, in your dream, that there is another level, that there is something else 'going on' but you can't work out what it is. When you talk to others about this there is an argument about whether any of this could possibly happen - in your dream people are split into two camps, one says the world is pure accident, cause and effect and there is no God and therefore no angels (or demons), the other camp says that this universe is created and interventionist and that something beneficial and loving is always trying to intercede and help and that we are not alone ... ...

Now look at this universe, the one we really inhabit . where is it? If God has created it He has created it out of the only thing around, Himself, so it is more like a virtual universe than a solid one, a dream but real - therefore interventionist ...

Trust me, there are Angels, always. Trust God - even if you cannot yet quite believe it all. Even if you are of the fixed reality camp, trust anyway.

So, when I have written in the past that whatever the reason you think you are drawn to this pilgrimage - 'God calls' - this is what/why I do so.

Does this make things easier? More clear? Or shall I just return to making jokes?

The Blessings to you - Be not afraid

David
 
Sorry PB, can't seem to find the bit where I had suggested that you do. Apologies if my post seems like that.

I am looking forward to hearing those experiences too.
 
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PEREGRINO BLANCO, have u heard of "Eunate"? Best, xm 8)
 
Hello PEREGRINO BLANCO. Following is an account that a pilgrim posted on Internet. I hope u enjoy it.

 
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That is such a moving story!

I must agree that there are angels/helpers/guides all around us, all the time. We only ever have to ask and they will help us if they can.

I am also sure that we are given help and guidance by creatures that we would not expect, such as mice and calves! The power that I like to think of as 'the ultimate love', works in ways that we will never understand (but you all know that ). We ourselves must wait to discover all the answers to all our questions.

Thank goodness time has no meaning once we pass over, because I might be a while with the amount of questions I am gathering, and I'm anticipating rather a queue....chuckle

(Hasten to add that I'm sure all knowledge will be instantaneous on arrival, just my little attempt at wit)
 
...there are angels/helpers/guides ...only ever have to ask...help and guidance by creatures...such as mice and calves!

I very much agree and feel the same way. It is totally compatible to consider oneself spiritual, without adhering to an instutionalized system of beliefs.

Bestx,

xm 8)
 
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Absolutely XM - I couldn't agree more (*though we both would have been barbecue not that long ago for writing that).

Not on the Camino, and not a person, animal, or external voice but, many years ago ... ermmm .. my son is 28, so .. 24 years ago in the West Country of England, just outside our town, Bath, there was a regular annual weekend folk festival. I had a large camper van I had built and we all went along, me, partner, children.
On the evening of the Saturday we had been invited to supper by a van with a family just along from us - there were lots of campers (RV's?) and tents, quite a little village. Atmosphere was good, everyone was having a happy and rather gentle time. And then I got clear feelings that we all should leave. I looked around at the scene and dismissed them but the feelings came back much stronger so I insisted that we all leave - the 'neighbours' thought I was crazy, my wife was FURIOUS even more when I couldn't explain why. Eventually we rounded up the now very unhappy children and drove away.

On the Monday we found out that that same evening a large chapter of Hells Angels (we also have them in England) turned up and made camp. They got drunk and then , when it was dark, started on the women, pulling them out of tents and raping them. Any men/boyfriends going to their aid were beaten and stabbed. A couple, friends of ours, who were parked just along from where we parked were attacked, he was slashed across the face and forced to watch whilst his partner was gang raped. Their daughter was hiding in the cab, kept quiet and wasn't found by them. Police eventually turned up and there was a full scale riot with many police ending up in hospital - no one died.
Rather horrid, to say the least. So ... something had told me to leave, I listened, braved the family's fury, and we left ....

something intervenes, we have to listen - I always do.
 
(though we both would have been barbecue not that long ago for writing that).

Well, in the world in which I presently live/work, we could be barbecued for speaking about it! :lol:
 
something intervenes, we have to listen...

That's some story you shared, Br. David. I suspect that we all have similar ones, to greater or lesser degrees, unfortunately. It's the listening part that needs to be refined. Dosis of spirituality on the caminos have helped me so much there. But, alas, never seems to be enough! Need to recharge, badly
 
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I also always listen to the 'voice' in my head now.
It speaks for a reason, and if it wasn't meant to be of some help then it wouldn't be there speaking!!

Being spiritual certainly helped me learn to listen, and more importantly TRUST that 'voice'.

I often wonder what great things, or advice I missed in the days when I didn't listen :roll:
 
I think that as we age we learn to listen more and more to that "voice" inside, what some may refer to as the "child within," "the voice of experience," I don't know. It has taken me such a long time to learn to listen to it, it'll probably take me longer as I'm on this pilgrimage on earth, to do it better and better. For me it's the "interference," not paying attention to that "voice," not tuning into that sense of perception and/or intuition, not trusting it, that sometimes I've ignored, and almost always, has turned out to be right, that I need to work on, among other things. Really, "live and learn." xm, best 8) .
 
Angels on the Camino

If there are voices, guides giving messages, then I did not hear a warning last July. I set off from Villarcâzar de Sirga in sweltering heat and due to personal suffering and my state of mind, just kept walking. After 35 km I staggered through the small village of Moratinos, probably in the first stages of heat stroke.

A man who was amazingly English offered me a drink, took me to the shade and his American wife joined us. It was Patrick and Rebekah and their kindness surely saved me. They put my elbows in a bowl of chilled water and my energy and sanity returned.

I reached San Nicolas de Real Camino I had foolishly walked 38 km in total that day under the sweltering unforgiving sun.

The situation seemed so surreal that I when I reflected on their help I felt sure that it felt like Angels helping me, or Jesus helping me through the love and care of others. It was like they were sent to help me.

I will once more pass this way next week and hope to see Patrick and Rebekah again and maybe have a coffee or beer with them.
 
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I was once told by someone very special (you know who you are! (rioja)), that there are Angels and Guides on the Camino x

I remain sure that there are, and I pray that they watch over you again during this latest stage of your journey.
 
The funny (for lack of a better adjective) thing is that since we've been speaking about the voice inside, I've regained an awareness of it. And is it working :!: In a big sense for me it means regaining a portion of my Caminos. Just a thought. Best, xm 8)
 
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MORATINOS

Met up with Patrick and Rebekah. I walked through Moratinos and Patrick was with his dog at exactly the same spot I saw him last July. He said it was totally unusual for him to be there as they had just come back from 2 days away and he was walking their dog. I do not know where their house is and he took me there and we had a talk about all that had happened since our meeting. We spoke about Angels on the Camino. They said it was a complete coincidence that I should find them, I replied that there are no such things as coincidences, only moments that are meant to be.

Great to see them again

Love the house too, really rustic
 
there are no such things as coincidences, only moments that are meant to be.

So true.

Best,

xm 8)

PS: Is there such a thing as destiny? If so, what is it?
 
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Destiny

Hola XM

Destiny is the path we walk on, our lifetime pilgrimage.

By walking on the Camino it is a similar pathway, and we really discover who we are and our role on this planet.

It teaches you to be really tolerant of our fellow human beings, even the snorers and plastic bag noises at some ungodly hour this morning.

It teaches us to be open, a French woman last night told me she thought the Camino was only for practising catholics. Well I told her it was for everyone. That is narrow minded.

Ok, I am off, it is a beautiful morning as I head to Sahagun and beyond, who knows where I will stay tonight. Just enjoy the day, the peace and beauty, the wild flowers and birdsong.

Buen camino to all
 
Just enjoy the day, the peace and beauty, the wild flowers and birdsong.

James, I concur re: the lessons we (may) learn as a result of experiencing the Camino. The thing is to put them into action, praxis, once we're back in our cotidian "reality." I believe that with every Camino, insight (may) establishes itself more in a continuing and endless spiritual evolution. Please keep sharing ur thoughts. Buen Camino, peregrino. xm 8)
 
Practising Catholic? You'd think they would have mastered it by now!

If you meet her again do ask her about the dolmens ... seems to have been a path there for longer than christianity has been around...
 
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Hmm...good info, thanks. Did not know the term "dolmen," + related subjects.

Also, interesting (bookmarked) link: http://www.spaceoflove.com/dolm_tour.htm
 
karmicallyclose said:
I was once told by someone very special (you know who you are! (rioja)), that there are Angels and Guides on the Camino

Two weeks before walking I stepped barefoot on a hot coal during a cookout in my backyard. I burned the ball of my foot and a couple of my toes pretty good. You could say that the walking hurt a bit. My wife and I starting in Leon but had to skip from Astorga to Sarria to due illness (hers) and injury (mine).

In Ferriros (sp? - between Sarria and Portomarin) we stopped at a small bar with adjoining albergue. Sitting outside, I took off my shoes to let my feet breathe. Up walks a man I have never seen in my life. He sits down across from me, looks at my foot, makes a troubled face, and then reaches in his kit for a small bottle of medicine which he then smears over my wounds.

And that is how I met Ramon, who became our walking companion for the next several days.

Are there angels on the Camino? Yes. Undeniably yes.
 
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I was sorry to hear about someone losing their precious cherished stick at Santiago bus station.

Here is a happier story about the same situation of losing a stick.

On phoning my sister Elizabeth from a call box a couple of miles from the town of Astorga I found a pilgrim’s stick which someone had lost. These sticks become like friends to the pilgrim and they carve them with the names of places they’ve passed through. The stick I held was well carved and obviously well-used. I felt so sad for the person who’d lost it that I took it with me and asked everyone at the St Javier Hostel in Astorga if they’d lost a stick or knew of anyone who had. I took the stick with me to the Cathedral and prayed and then set out for Astorga’s other hostel to continue the search. On the way, I passed and felt drawn into a beautiful church, St Bartholomew’s, and prayed for some time. As I walked out and was looking at some Roman mosaics a young woman ran up to me in tears; here, at last was the owner of the stick; Maria-Carmen from Albacete. She had been in tears all day. I told her that, if anything was, here was proof of the power of prayer. It was just as significant for me to return to stick as it was important for her to have it returned to her. We both celebrated the remarkable reunion in a nearby bar toasting the event with cold refreshing ‘San Miguel’ beer. Perhaps I was her Angel?
 
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This post went up well before I walked my own Camino. I would have to say that I met many angels along the way- though all in human guise. It is the simple things that people do sometimes that make such a difference, sometimes as simple as a smile.

I think the Bishop in Le Puy is an angel, regularly the one who gives the pilgrim blessings in the mornings in the Cathedral in Le Puy: lapsed Catholic I may be, but I am certain I walked under the protection of that blessing all the way to Santiago.

There were those who gave warm welcomes in so many gites and albergues- after a long day of walking, such welcomes brought a chance to relax and gain new energy for the next day of walking.

There were those I walked with, for a few minutes, days, or sometimes longer. There were the ladies from St Etienne who kept me company at the evening meal so I wouldn't feel lost as the only English speaker. There were the two lovely ladies in Estaing who bought me a hot chocolate when tears flowed: I had taken a rest day with 'blisters', and at that point it was hard to believe I was ever going to reach Santiago. They will never know how precious their company was. There were the Irish guys who shared dinner with me in Los Arcos after a day of walking I had found difficult for no apparent reason, and the masseur there who massaged my feet and legs- and who probably pinpointed my problem of the day when he said I was dehydrated and needed to drink more.... There was Francis who told me in Santiago that I was a 'flower of the Camino'.

Many many angels.
Margaret
 
It's great to see this post up again as these are just the type of stories I was asking for whyn I posted looking for "ghost" stories: happenings on the Camino.

I had an odd experience on the Camino Aragones not far from Ruesta in 2000. I had a heavy heart and walked perhaps a little too far with only a little water left. It was hot. I was tired and questioning existence! Three animals helped boost my spirit that day. The first was a blue butterfly who, seemingly attracted by the colour of my pack, stayed hovering around it for a good three kilometers. The second was a flock of hawks (what's the collective term for hawks?) which would settle down on the path in front of me, "wait", fly up a little as I got within 10 meters or so, and then re-group again about the same distance as before. This too went on for a good 2 kilometers. I have often considered the hawk as my "totem". The last was a little fox who seemed to be shadowing me for about a kilometer.

An earlier poster mentioned field mice as "angels". Who knows? I believe almost anything that happens on the Camino!
Tracy Saunders (who hasn't been into the Xmas sherry!)
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I agree with everyone that it is nice to see the fond memories that this thread generated.

I was in La Coruña last January and my finacé and I were trying to find the bus to the Roman lighthouse (tour de Hercules).

A kind woman appeared out of nowhere and gave us directions to the bus stop, near the bingo. As we went that way once more we got a bit lost and once more she seemed to appear and once more show us the way.

When we got to the bingo there were differnet bus stops which was quite confusing and hey presto once more she was there to show us the number and exact position where the bus was.

Then it arrived and she told the driver where we wanted to go.

As we got on the bus, we joked that she was an angel. Then we both felt quite emotional as it really seemed that she was.

I know this is not camino related but I had just completed the re-encatment march from Astorga to La Coruña, most of it on the camino francès.
 
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Hi

I have been following the forum for a number of years and some of the blogs associated with it. I see some real life angels in Sil, Rebekah, Kiwi Nomad, Ivar and the other moderators. Always there, providing advice to current and would be pilgrims. Rebekah and Paddy open their home to pilgrims in their tiny town of Moratinos. Surely these deeds could be termed angelic. Where would we all be if there were not people to encourage and guide us on the Way? Thank you all.

Cheers Rose Louise
 
As I started this thread I think that I should bring it back again. The 'season' is now well
underway,do you have a new story to tell of Angels?
 
There were several 'angels' on my caminos...

One was the Angel who had a house in the middle of nowhere on the VDLP, when we were starving for water. He saw us looking for water in the dry stream bed, invited us to his modest one-room home, and gave us cold water and homemade gazpacho and a nice rest.

Another were the two Angels who saw us trying to get water from a "dry" fountain. They showed us how to move aside the metal plate and turn on the water...

Then another Angel called us to her window and handed us ice cold water from her refrigerator, and gave me a fan just like the one I had ruined that very morning.. you can read this story on my blog.

Another Angel was a little man selling the ugliest, tiniest apples I'd ever seen. I took a chance, stopped and talked to him and bought some of his apples. They were the SWEETEST, most refreshing fruit we'd ever tasted, and gave us the strength to continue our walk. He also told us wonderful stories of his travels as a young man.

There were the three fireman Angels who drove to town and brought us bottles of water when we were stuck on the VDLP in a remote situation where the albergue was CLOSED and the fountain was DRY after a very long, hot walk.

The Priest who gave us a special private Pilgrim's Mass and invited us down into the basement of the Church to see the treasures hidden there...

The Czech Priest who said Mass in the backyard of the albergue when the Benedictines were "on holiday" and there was nobody to say Mass for us.

The lovely pilgrim gentleman who brought me a cup of hot chocolate when I arrived in Santo Domingo, wet and frozen, and the albergue was closed for another 3 hours.

The hospitalera who arranged private lodgings for us when bedbugs were found in her albergue.

So many more, I could just go on and on... the Camino is alive with Angels!
 
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This time two years ago I was walking, and met many angels along the way. But today, quite unexpectedly, another Camino Angel came to visit me.

Before I left for Le-Puy-en-Velay, I had contact with quite a few people on this forum, who patiently answered all my questions, and never ever made me feel they were 'silly' worries that I had.
One of those people was an Australian woman with whom I had several long telephone conversations. (At certain times of day/week we can telephone Australia quite cheaply from New Zealand.)
Today I arrived home to find an unexpected gift in my mailbox. This generous pilgrim has sent me a set of cards she has made, with photos she has taken, together with pilgrim quotes of all kinds. I sit here at my desk writing this, truly humbled by this wonderful gift. An angel of the Camino, even when I have long returned home. (And I will be phoning her across the Tasman this evening!)
Margaret
 
Some of you may know that Patrick took The World´s Shortest Camino a couple of weeks ago. He walked 9 km., Tardajos to Hornillos, where he learned there were no beds anywhere, and little prospect of any ahead. The town was packed, rain was falling, everyone was crabby, esp. Patrick. So he phoned me up to come and rescue him. And I did.

A week later, a package comes in the mail from the Bar Manolo in Hornillos. It´s a battered old paperback book Patrick evidently left behind on the table there, and hadn´t even missed. We have no idea how the sender knew who Paddy was, or where to send the book -- Hornillos is well outside our district.

I stopped in at Hornillos this week to say thanks to the person on the return address, and repay the postage. No one at Bar Manolo knows anyone by that name.

Oooh. One wonders!
 
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Our 'angels' this year were a large cow and a surly Spanish 'cowboy' on a horse! We were sheltering under a lean to roof outside a church some where after Samos, looking at two yellow arrows on the road, pointing two ways, having a lunch break and not a clue on the notice board, or in Brierly as to which way to go. It was down to a toss of a coin in the pouring rain when suddenly out from the sideroad came a cow followed by the 'cowboy' A quick few garbled words in spanish from me and he indicated the lower route. At least we had some guidance. We took the lower route and it was wet and mucky but it was to say the least coincidental that they came along just when I was beginning to dispair as to which road to take.
 
Our angels were Luis and Sofia, hospitaleros in San Vicente de la Barquera, at La Galeon Albergue. Below they are depicted as saints, but they could just as well have been angels. (The winged beings in the top of the picture are the elderly priest who dropped in to say grace at the evening meal and dispense rosary beads, and the cat who liked to sleep on the register.)
 

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It's a funny thing...
I've been a bit "away" from the Camino in the last few weeks. Even my sequel has been put on hold. Some of the reasons have been good ones (a visit from an old friend from Canada, and of course, the safe but somewhat traumatic early arrival of my tiny perfect granddaughter); some not so good: gastro-entreritis, broken ribs, too much pressure from frantic students and clients while I am trying to recuperate. But...
I have just taken a really good look at the drawing from Bridget and Peter, and somehow it managed to encapsulate all the feeling from the Camino that I have loved and missed.
Ojalá (God willing), I'll be walking from Santiago to Fisterre and Muxia this July, and I've also been asked to do some book promotion at venues along the Camino Frances, so maybe this will be the year that I finally get to meet Rebekah and Patrick.
This thread, if anything, brings together that love of the Camino that so many of us keep with us forever.
Best to all,
Tracy
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(for stuff on history of the Camino, my diary from the Portuguese last year, and, of course, that tiny, perfect baby picture!)
 
Congratulations - abuela! She is perfect - a perfect little peregrina!
 
I love the painting of Luis and Sofia. They sure are a special pair--their hospitality and kindness was a highlight of the Camino del Norte. What a great atmosphere they create for weary pilgrims. Thanks for sharing your artwork--lovely.
 
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