Signs on the Camino:
This isn't so much a "sign" as me acknowledging signs. I went the wrong way out of St. Jean and had to backtrack to town. When I got on the right path, I saw an arrow and gave it a two little taps with my walking stick. I did that every time I wasn't sure where to go or if I felt I was on the wrong path. If I saw an arrow or shell, I'd give it those two little taps. If it was out of my reach, I'd tap the building or pole it was on. Or if it was across a busy city street, I'd give the sidewalk two taps and continue on.
The biggest "sign" I received was in O Pedrouzo. I was up early, probably around 6am or so. The first pilgrims were just starting to get up. I was at the municipal albergue, those of you who have been there will remember how the washers and dryers are out on a little deck. I was standing out there, having a cigarette. I was looking at the last 20 km of my pilgrimage. Then the sky was lit up by a powerful lightening strike and a clap of thunder that shook building. Now it had rained and stormed for half my walk. But I had yet to see thunder and lightening. So I felt like it was a message. A message from St. James, son of thunder.
Signs off the Camino:
After 2 days on trains, I returned to Paris. I had an early morning flight and my plan was to just sleep in the airport. But it was early afternoon so I had a lot of time to kill. I wanted to check out the Eiffel tower and all that good stuff, so I looked at a map in the train station and pointed myself in that general direction then took off walking. Right away I started to re-think my plan. Was I going the right way? But I looked down and on the curb was a little yellow arrow. It's probably just a marker for road construction or something. But what the hell? I'd been following yellow arrows for over a month, I might as well see where this one takes me. So I kept going and soon I ran into another one. And another. And soon, over the top of a building I saw it, the Eiffel tower. Those little yellow arrows led me right to it, then past the Louvre and finally to the tower of St. James and to Notre Dame. Now, I know the Camino runs through Paris. Whether I was actually on THE Camino, I don't know. But those little yellow arrows got me where I needed to go, just as they had done in Spain.
When I returned home and started working again, I saw another little yellow arrow in the parking lot at work. This time it really was just a construction marker, showing the spot where some utility lines were buried. But still, it pointed in the direction of Santiago. Maybe I'm reading to much into it, but it's like St. James was saying, "The arrows will always be there to guide you. Some of them you have to see with your heart, but they are there. Just keep following them."
I'm trying, Jimmy. I really am.