- Time of past OR future Camino
- Frances SJPP to SdC Oct/Nov 2015
Frances Burgos toSdC March/April 2016
W. Highland Way August 2016
Camino Somewhere September 2017
I have always loved the statue of the pilgrim near the Burgos Cathedral. In fact, the bronze statues throughout the city depict normal people: a beggar, policeman, a guy reading a book, a young woman in a wheelchair. The statues elevate every day citizens. Perhaps that’s why I love them.
The statue of the pilgrim near the cathedral, however, is more abstract. The pilgrim has the proper accoutrements—the walking staff, gourd on the end of the staff, and the scallop shell around his neck, which shows that he is walking the pilgrimage of the Camino de Santiago. That scallop shell Is all that he wears.
He is naked, but that physical body is falling apart. There is actually a hole in his knee. Barnacles of bronze seem to coat his body in imperfection. His head is down and his arms across the bench show him to be in a state of exhausted repose. Has he walked here from Italy? Holland? France? Any of these places.
This statue speaks to me.
After walking past the cathedral— and that statue that I love — to go to the pharmacy, I took a major fall! After all that walking, those hills and rocks and trees, I fell on a cobblestone! I could barely eke out a groan before I had five or six kind Spanish folks helping me up, and I am now elevating my sprained ankle,
I will be here for another evening and then I will catch a bus to Madrid and head back home. I still love Spain, and next time – – I have a slightly differentt plan!
The statue of the pilgrim near the cathedral, however, is more abstract. The pilgrim has the proper accoutrements—the walking staff, gourd on the end of the staff, and the scallop shell around his neck, which shows that he is walking the pilgrimage of the Camino de Santiago. That scallop shell Is all that he wears.
He is naked, but that physical body is falling apart. There is actually a hole in his knee. Barnacles of bronze seem to coat his body in imperfection. His head is down and his arms across the bench show him to be in a state of exhausted repose. Has he walked here from Italy? Holland? France? Any of these places.
This statue speaks to me.
After walking past the cathedral— and that statue that I love — to go to the pharmacy, I took a major fall! After all that walking, those hills and rocks and trees, I fell on a cobblestone! I could barely eke out a groan before I had five or six kind Spanish folks helping me up, and I am now elevating my sprained ankle,
I will be here for another evening and then I will catch a bus to Madrid and head back home. I still love Spain, and next time – – I have a slightly differentt plan!