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But is it a strange reflection or a photo of one of the numerous statues that are lined up along the walk in the cloister museum, taken from the outside through the window? This is what it looks like in Google Earth when you walk past the external wall of the cloister:Just wondering did any one else have strange occurrences on the camino. I have posted a strange photo reflection I took in Burgos.
But is it a strange reflection or a photo of one of the numerous statues that are lined up along the walk in the cloister museum, taken from the outside through the window? This is what it looks like in Google Earth when you walk past the external wall of the cloister:
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LOL. Just a still reasonably good memory. I've wondered sometimes why all these statues are lined up in cloisters in places where they seem to be a bit out of place. I have no explanation. Are they "surplus" or they waiting for repair, perhaps?Inspector Poirot strikes again
There was an older guy who floated by several times during the night...Just wondering did any one else have strange occurrences on the camino.
There was an older guy who floated by several times during the night...
As when the dwarf fortune teller escaped police custody?Sounds like rioja disease or a touch if dilerium tremens . See a medium immediately.
‘Should have walked up the road to Gaucelmo Jill! Best albergue on the Frances!My sister and I had a Ramón moment in Rabanal.
It was November and quite late.
The door to the municipal albergue was open so we went inside.
Nobody there.
The ceiling was very low and it was very dark inside.
We called “Hola!”
No response.
Then a bed creaked above us.
And we heard somebody giggling.
More creaking and laughter.
We looked at each other and both said “it’s Ramón”!
We legged it out of there so fast and didn’t stop until we got to Foncebadón.
Jill
‘Should have walked up the road to Gaucelmo Jill! Best albergue on the Frances!
Cheers!
Ha haThere was an older guy who floated by several times during the night...
What a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing.I have to say that I had quite a few 'moments' on my first Camino in 2015.
Here is one. I'll add links to a couple more.
It was about 2 hours out of Leon……. (the short version)
I’d hit a real low point. I really felt my Camino was coming to an end. That I needed to go home. That it was selfish to continue this journey. I was struggling, really struggling. (My wife was home alone dealing with her sick Father)
I just stopped at the side of the path.
I dropped to my knees. I grasped a rosary that a Catholic friend had loaned me, as I did each day when saying my thank you….
I looked up and asked. “OK. How is this supposed to work? Do you give me a sign or something?
I’m really struggling with this decision. I feel like I should go home. But should I complete this journey? Over to You……….”
Not really feeling any better, I stood up and continued along the path…….
ONE.
After about 300 metres, I saw an old man with a dog walking towards me. He was stooped a little, probably about 70 years of age. He looked a bit like a Shepherd.
As we got closer, I glanced up. Looked at him and said Buenos Dias. As he replied he smiled and our eyes met.
A chill went down my spine and I stopped in my tracks, as he walked past. After a few moments I turned to look the way he had gone. He also turned and gave me a wave.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck. During that brief greeting and warm smile, the eyes looking back at me were unmistakable. They were the loving eyes of my late Father.
Wow. What just happened I thought….. That was as very clear encouragement, from above, from beyond? Who knows? But it was Dad behind that smile! 100%…..
TWO.
As I was reflecting on this potential ‘sign’ I started up a small hill. I paused for reflection and to take a drink. Not 300 metres beyond where I had seen the man.
My phone rang! Due to the problems at home I made sure I was easily contactable. Though no one normally called me. I usually checked in with them when I could.
So most days I spoke to my wife, by calling her, not her calling me.. (The issue at home was….. that her Father was very sick….)
It was my wife. Her voice was really upbeat and lifting. I asked her how her Dad was, and that I was thinking I should come home. No way she said! How can you help anyway? You’re not a Heart Surgeon! Finish the journey ‘for us’ she said…..
I so needed that call. That call. Right then………
Feeling much better, I now quickened my step towards Leon. Surely only another hour away.
THREE
With a bit more of a spring in my step, I started off along the gravel track….
Not two minutes later. I heard a familiar voice behind me. An Aussie Twang…..
“Hey Robo, how you’re going mate”!
It was Rob from Melbourne whom I hadn’t seen in well over a week. A chirpy character with whom I’d shared some long and deep conversations whilst walking and over a glass or two of Vino Tinto…..
He clapped me on the back as he came level and we shared our journeys of where we’d been and who we’d seen since we last met. His pace was faster than mine and it was a struggle to keep up…., with my achilles injuries. But I needed this connection.. ….. Right now I needed it.
So I quickened my pace for 15 minutes or so whilst we chatted and then bid him farewell, expecting to see him down the track at some stage. I did, about 2 weeks later……
I paused for a moment as he ‘took off’ down the track with effortless long strides……
What the heck had just happened!!!!!
In a time of need I had asked for guidance. And in the space of 5 minutes, I was given a sign. One…..Two…..Three!
Amazing things can happen on the Camino………
P.S. My next Camino I’ll be walking for Dad. It was something my brother Dave told me that prompted the thought.
(My 2016 Compostella has my Dad’s name on it…)
A couple more moments (just go down the pages a bit, they are highlighted)
http://robscamino.com/2015/26th-of-may-cruz-de-ferro/
http://robscamino.com/2015/23rd-of-may-my-mojo-is-back/
Then it's Tonio's the other side of the church thenThey are closed in November. So was Pilar next door. Jill
I had to leave my 50# sack of sand at the Home Depot...a small canister of sand to represent the many transgressions of my life .
LOLThere was an older guy who floated by several times during the night...
Where?Another wild photo...see it , or don't. I'm not one to read into things, but my walking partner flipped out when she saw this. It was taken on October 15th...and some swear they see St Teresa Avila, Spanish Nun, Mystic, Saint... I'll leave it to you...View attachment 45409
Thank you for sharing this beautiful experience.I have to say that I had quite a few 'moments' on my first Camino in 2015.
Here is one. I'll add links to a couple more.
It was about 2 hours out of Leon……. (the short version)
I’d hit a real low point. I really felt my Camino was coming to an end. That I needed to go home. That it was selfish to continue this journey. I was struggling, really struggling. (My wife was home alone dealing with her sick Father)
I just stopped at the side of the path.
I dropped to my knees. I grasped a rosary that a Catholic friend had loaned me, as I did each day when saying my thank you….
I looked up and asked. “OK. How is this supposed to work? Do you give me a sign or something?
I’m really struggling with this decision. I feel like I should go home. But should I complete this journey? Over to You……….”
Not really feeling any better, I stood up and continued along the path…….
ONE.
After about 300 metres, I saw an old man with a dog walking towards me. He was stooped a little, probably about 70 years of age. He looked a bit like a Shepherd.
As we got closer, I glanced up. Looked at him and said Buenos Dias. As he replied he smiled and our eyes met.
A chill went down my spine and I stopped in my tracks, as he walked past. After a few moments I turned to look the way he had gone. He also turned and gave me a wave.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck. During that brief greeting and warm smile, the eyes looking back at me were unmistakable. They were the loving eyes of my late Father.
Wow. What just happened I thought….. That was as very clear encouragement, from above, from beyond? Who knows? But it was Dad behind that smile! 100%…..
TWO.
As I was reflecting on this potential ‘sign’ I started up a small hill. I paused for reflection and to take a drink. Not 300 metres beyond where I had seen the man.
My phone rang! Due to the problems at home I made sure I was easily contactable. Though no one normally called me. I usually checked in with them when I could.
So most days I spoke to my wife, by calling her, not her calling me.. (The issue at home was….. that her Father was very sick….)
It was my wife. Her voice was really upbeat and lifting. I asked her how her Dad was, and that I was thinking I should come home. No way she said! How can you help anyway? You’re not a Heart Surgeon! Finish the journey ‘for us’ she said…..
I so needed that call. That call. Right then………
Feeling much better, I now quickened my step towards Leon. Surely only another hour away.
THREE
With a bit more of a spring in my step, I started off along the gravel track….
Not two minutes later. I heard a familiar voice behind me. An Aussie Twang…..
“Hey Robo, how you’re going mate”!
It was Rob from Melbourne whom I hadn’t seen in well over a week. A chirpy character with whom I’d shared some long and deep conversations whilst walking and over a glass or two of Vino Tinto…..
He clapped me on the back as he came level and we shared our journeys of where we’d been and who we’d seen since we last met. His pace was faster than mine and it was a struggle to keep up…., with my achilles injuries. But I needed this connection.. ….. Right now I needed it.
So I quickened my pace for 15 minutes or so whilst we chatted and then bid him farewell, expecting to see him down the track at some stage. I did, about 2 weeks later……
I paused for a moment as he ‘took off’ down the track with effortless long strides……
What the heck had just happened!!!!!
In a time of need I had asked for guidance. And in the space of 5 minutes, I was given a sign. One…..Two…..Three!
Amazing things can happen on the Camino………
P.S. My next Camino I’ll be walking for Dad. It was something my brother Dave told me that prompted the thought.
(My 2016 Compostella has my Dad’s name on it…)
A couple more moments (just go down the pages a bit, they are highlighted)
http://robscamino.com/2015/26th-of-may-cruz-de-ferro/
http://robscamino.com/2015/23rd-of-may-my-mojo-is-back/
It's quite common and many times reported about similar experiences when people were exhausted or on a brink of melt-down or something on the border (even using hallucinogenic drugs) to have such experience. Or in very deep meditative state of mind....I was suddenly felt exhausted and felt I couldn't go on. As I struggled to walk I suddenly felt a presence and "heard" my fathers voice saying "come on Boy boy (my childhood nickname) you can do this" and then the voice of my mother which said "You know why you have come don't you? It's time to say goodbye. I have to leave you and you have to move on"
I was bereft and cried the entire way to Melide. I just couldn't calm myself down I knew it was probably just my exhaustion manifesting what I wanted to hear but it seemed so real and really affected me so the tears were uncontrollable and quite embarrassing, to be honest.
...
Well, that wasn't miraculous or mystical, sorry...
But here is the thing I find mystical. When I went to collect my Compostela, the young woman doing Compostela asked for my name. Rather naively I politely asked if i could put my parent's names as I felt they had walked with me. She said no obviously and so i handed over my passport with a smile but i must admit my eyes got teary.
Then, without any cause to, the young man next to her spoke to her in Spanish, which I dont understand and I still don't know why as I hadn't made a scene or held up the line. I can only think he was looking at a very sad pilgrim and wondering why. After a brief conversation, the woman smiled and asked me for their names. I was quite taken back but joyfully wrote down my parents names, Brian and Ngaire and as an afterthought added my nickname Boy Boy.
...
Hahaha, three Camino trips later with same backpack it didn'tOh, I didn't realise that they would write all 3 Names in the area where the pilgrim's name goes. I always assumed that when you walked on behalf of someone they added that person name to the Compostela but not actually with the pilgrim's name as they did with mine, and certainly not a nickname lol. Last year I walked on behalf of my Aunt and they added her name to the bottom of Compostella but now I realise that my away with the fairies moment was just stupidity lol.
I wonder if your necklace will ever reappear.
I'll be walking for my Dad too on this next Camino. He was failing when I walked last fall and passed away shortly after I got home. So now this one is for him. I think I might get a Compostella with his name also. Nice idea.I have to say that I had quite a few 'moments' on my first Camino in 2015.
Here is one. I'll add links to a couple more.
It was about 2 hours out of Leon……. (the short version)
I’d hit a real low point. I really felt my Camino was coming to an end. That I needed to go home. That it was selfish to continue this journey. I was struggling, really struggling. (My wife was home alone dealing with her sick Father)
I just stopped at the side of the path.
I dropped to my knees. I grasped a rosary that a Catholic friend had loaned me, as I did each day when saying my thank you….
I looked up and asked. “OK. How is this supposed to work? Do you give me a sign or something?
I’m really struggling with this decision. I feel like I should go home. But should I complete this journey? Over to You……….”
Not really feeling any better, I stood up and continued along the path…….
ONE.
After about 300 metres, I saw an old man with a dog walking towards me. He was stooped a little, probably about 70 years of age. He looked a bit like a Shepherd.
As we got closer, I glanced up. Looked at him and said Buenos Dias. As he replied he smiled and our eyes met.
A chill went down my spine and I stopped in my tracks, as he walked past. After a few moments I turned to look the way he had gone. He also turned and gave me a wave.
The hair stood up on the back of my neck. During that brief greeting and warm smile, the eyes looking back at me were unmistakable. They were the loving eyes of my late Father.
Wow. What just happened I thought….. That was as very clear encouragement, from above, from beyond? Who knows? But it was Dad behind that smile! 100%…..
TWO.
As I was reflecting on this potential ‘sign’ I started up a small hill. I paused for reflection and to take a drink. Not 300 metres beyond where I had seen the man.
My phone rang! Due to the problems at home I made sure I was easily contactable. Though no one normally called me. I usually checked in with them when I could.
So most days I spoke to my wife, by calling her, not her calling me.. (The issue at home was….. that her Father was very sick….)
It was my wife. Her voice was really upbeat and lifting. I asked her how her Dad was, and that I was thinking I should come home. No way she said! How can you help anyway? You’re not a Heart Surgeon! Finish the journey ‘for us’ she said…..
I so needed that call. That call. Right then………
Feeling much better, I now quickened my step towards Leon. Surely only another hour away.
THREE
With a bit more of a spring in my step, I started off along the gravel track….
Not two minutes later. I heard a familiar voice behind me. An Aussie Twang…..
“Hey Robo, how you’re going mate”!
It was Rob from Melbourne whom I hadn’t seen in well over a week. A chirpy character with whom I’d shared some long and deep conversations whilst walking and over a glass or two of Vino Tinto…..
He clapped me on the back as he came level and we shared our journeys of where we’d been and who we’d seen since we last met. His pace was faster than mine and it was a struggle to keep up…., with my achilles injuries. But I needed this connection.. ….. Right now I needed it.
So I quickened my pace for 15 minutes or so whilst we chatted and then bid him farewell, expecting to see him down the track at some stage. I did, about 2 weeks later……
I paused for a moment as he ‘took off’ down the track with effortless long strides……
What the heck had just happened!!!!!
In a time of need I had asked for guidance. And in the space of 5 minutes, I was given a sign. One…..Two…..Three!
Amazing things can happen on the Camino………
P.S. My next Camino I’ll be walking for Dad. It was something my brother Dave told me that prompted the thought.
(My 2016 Compostella has my Dad’s name on it…)
A couple more moments (just go down the pages a bit, they are highlighted)
http://robscamino.com/2015/26th-of-may-cruz-de-ferro/
http://robscamino.com/2015/23rd-of-may-my-mojo-is-back/
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