That morning we all got together to see the Pilgrim Mass at the cathedral. Personally, I do not believe in the church, but it has nothing to do. Even for a non-believer or an atheist, is an exciting time. It's more a celebration than ever.
Last night, after all the euphoria, we were in a good restaurant (I forgot what it was!) Taking us a good seafood, in style, with a good Galician white wine, enjoying, as Esther says, gastronomic orgasms produced by the taste buds. And everyone was happy, everyone laughed, even without knowing Yama's jokes alias Paco Sevi, to Eugenia with which, in their day to day, have to be a serious and responsible as Uncle Vincent.
But no, it was last night, the real celebration was that morning, at twelve o'clock, when the cathedral was full to bursting with happy people listening, the only cathedral in the world live. It was nice to hear the couple who celebrated the day their golden wedding, and so was listening to the demands of the pilgrims in different languages, but for me the most exciting moment of the mass and one of the most exciting of my life when he took the microphone was a man who had something important to tell.
He said that in December last year was diagnosed with cancer in both lungs. Was very serious, gave him a couple of months and his health began to deteriorate rapidly. February came and gave him extreme unction. He asked God to give him strength to do the Camino de Santiago, that he might die without fulfilling his dream.
was when, against all odds, began to recover to the surprise of doctors and a few days before me, the ninth of September, began the French way. The same day that I, the glorious day October 14, 2006 ended in Santiago, and to glory when he stood before the microphone. He also told us that we were not aware of the strength that we all get in the way as pilgrims, who had helped him very much and we followed so. I cried, and all the cathedral applauded as ever, was incredible.
Then came the farewell, the source of the horses gave us all a big hug and grief flooded us, especially seeing Yama mourn, because we knew that her tears were of impotence to leave as he wanted. I went first, I do not like goodbyes.
The Fisterra - Muxía is the only one with the cathedral of Santiago as output rather than as a goal, and although this information may seem anecdotal (it seemed to me), not for anything. Why let your shoulders the Cathedral of Santiago is a pain, do mourn. Seeing in the distance you know you do not walk the same way.
Negreira
crossing I came to the beautiful waterfall in the middle people, and crossing forests also burned by people with no heart. Negreira not pretty, but you have the head so that nothing matters Santiago.
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