Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well
Theodore Roosevelt
There is nothing easy about the Camino. First, you must plan your Camino: finding a way to take time from normal life obligations, figuring out where to start and how to get there (made more challenging these days due to COVID), and, of course, what to pack. Next, you must actually start walking, which brings with it both physical and mental pain. Lastly, and perhaps often overlooked as an actual challenge by some, there is the difficult task of managing relationships along the Camino. Whether the relationship is with your travel companions, someone you’ve met and walked with along The Way, or the woman behind the bar serving you beers after a long day of walking, relationships are work.
There is a saying among Pilgrims that, “On the Camino, no one walks alone.” I completely agree. And as proof, I recommend spending any amount of time in the Praza do Obradoiro. There, at the intersection of all routes on the Camino de Santiago, in front of the Cathedral that bares the remains of the apostle St. James, you will see a seemingly endless precession of pilgrims entering the plaza from several directions. The excitement is palpable as you watch them walk toward the center of the square, each showing a range of mixed emotions on their faces. It does not take long before you hear celebratory sounds of pilgrims who have met at some point along their journey, recognize one another, and proclaim their congratulations. Even if they arrived into the plaza alone, there is always someone there who has walked with them at some point and shared their path, their adventure, their pain, and now their success at having completed a task so physically and emotionally draining.
Jen and I have experienced this twice now, three years ago when we completed the Frances route and now just the other day after walking the Portuguese route from Porto. After celebrating our accomplishments and taking the obligatory photos Jen, Jeremy (who had now completed his first Camino), and I proceeded to the Officina de Peregrinos to present our credenciales and receive our Compostelas. Afterward, we checked into our hotel room, showered and cleaned up, then returned to the Praza do Obradoiro, to a little outdoor patio bar serviced by the staff in the adjoining Hotel dos Reis Católicos.
It was late in the afternoon and we had some time to kill before meeting up with our friend James and other pilgrims who had finished their Camino that day as well. With the sun shining and songs of rejoicing in the plaza we settled in for a few well deserved Aperol Spritzers and relaxed. As we sat there under the shade of an umbrella, the light blue sky and white fluffy clouds a perfect backdrop to the Cathedral that stood prominently before us, I started thinking about where we were. Specifically, I wondered if every day in this plaza was full of celebration, even the rainy days. Is Santiago de Compostela a city of constant celebration?
According to the Officina de Peregrinos, who maintain statistics about the Camino (including whether you traveled by foot, bicycle, or donkey) in 1997 the number of Pilgrims who completed the Camino and received their Compostelas was 25,000. Since then that number has increased by roughly 5,000 pilgrims per year until reaching its height in 2019 (right before COVID) of just under 350,000. That’s slightly less than an average of 960 pilgrims per day pouring into Santiago and culminating their minimum 100 kilometer journey with a visit to the Praza do Obradoiro. You have to imagine that, even on the coldest, rain drenched day there were at least a handful of pilgrims walking into the plaza with huge smiles on their faces and songs in their hearts.
But the celebration does not stop once you reach Santiago and receive your Compostela. Oh no, as we learned from our last Camino and would soon experience again, the celebrations last well into the night, every night. And with most pilgrims facing the fact that they do not have to get up in the morning and walk another 25 kilometers or worry about where they will bed down the following night, sometimes those celebrations continue on until the early hours of the next morning. Not for us, however. Though, after our Aperol Spritzers, we did join up with our friend James as planned, we concluded our evening relatively early after enjoying drinks and a fantastic meal with some pilgrims that ebbed and flowed from a group of about nine to eleven throughout the night.
And this is where I tie in my original idea about relationships being work. You see, as most people who have known me for any number of years can attest, when it comes down to it, I am terrible at maintaining relationships. Perhaps it’s just in my nature as an introvert but I struggle to keep in touch with people, even those I consider close friends. When Jen and I walked the Frances route three years ago I let her do most of the leg work when it came to keeping in touch and coordinating with people we met along the way. But, when we finished that Camino I saw the fruits of her labors as we joined with all of our new friends in Santiago to celebrate. For this Camino, I had decided to take a more active role, made much easier this time by the fact that we buckled down and paid for the international service on our cell phones.
The wonders of modern technology gave me better tools and eliminated any excuses I might have had for not keeping in touch with James and his group or adding new friends we met along the way to my ever expanding “contacts” list. Even still, it was not always easy for me. At times, especially at the end of the day when my feet were tired and all I wanted to do was drink a beer and eat some Tremoços, it would have been easy for me to shrug off the idea of coordinating with others on where to meet for dinner or for coffee the next morning. There are fruits to every labor, however, and as difficult as it was for me, I did my best to stay connected with our Camino family.
This fruit turned out to be exceptionally sweet. The last two days of walking surprised us with two amazing people, Hugo and Luiz, whom I mentioned in the last post. The day after meeting them we had and amazing day of walking with them in both rain and shine, to the sea-side city of Vilanova de Arousa. There we enjoyed a great meal filled with wonderful conversation, again with the help of Luis as translator.
The next day we all joined up again at the port and enjoyed a rare treat. For the next 28 kilometers we would travel the only portion of any route along the Camino that you are permitted to travel by boat to the town of Pontecesures. Apparently, this is the route that the boat carrying St. Jame’s remains took on its voyage back from the Jeruselem. Whatever the reason, our legs and feet, especially Jeremy’s, were very happy to not have to walk very far that day.
From Pontecesures it was only a short 3 kilometer stroll to the city of Padrón, our last stop before Santiago and birthplace to one of Jen’s favorite appetizers, Fried Padrón Peppers. Apparently, Padrón in the Galician language means “big stone” and you can visit the big stone where, according to legend, they tied the boat carrying the remains of St. James when it arrived. Shortly after we arrived, and after a nap of course, that is exactly what we did. And then I practiced my social skills and we all had beers and snacks with other pilgrims, many of whom we had not seen since well before our detour onto the Spiritual Route, who happened to be sitting at a bar in front of the church where the big stone lives.
Padrón is also the city where we planned to intersect paths once again with that of James, John, and Pascal, whom we had not seen since the day we left Barcelos a week prior. I had been keeping in touch with James periodically via WhatsApp as we surged ahead and diverged onto a different route. Now, as we sat there drinking and sharing stories with a wonderful, and very international group of pilgrims, in front of a church, I was not surprised when the other pilgrims mentioned James. Many of them had met him over the past few days at some point along The Way and the conversation now moved to debate as to whether his name was, indeed, James Bond.
As the conversation and stories of James raged on my, phone began to ring as if on que, and I looked down to see that it was James calling. As I answered the phone the hairs on the back of my neck tingled so I stood up, looked around and there, from around the corner of the church, sauntered the now infamous James Bond. “We are in Padrón, where are you?” asked James. “I’m in the plaza between the church and a bar, looking directly at you and waving,” I said. James proceeded to our table, sat down, and put to rest everyone’s questions about his name by stating, “I could tell you what my real name is, but then I’d have to kill you.”
Needless to say, a good night was had by all in Padrón and the next morning we woke up bright and early for our final leg of just over 25 kilometers to Santiago de Compostela. It was just the three of us that morning; Jen, Jeremy, and myself, but we made it out of the albergue well before the sun and found a great little café that was open and servicing every other pilgrim who was up as early as we were.
We could not have asked for better weather for our final day of walking. The pink clouds at sunrise and low hanging fog in the mountains to the east made for some amazing pictures. Half way into our morning we found a cute little café for second breakfast, which is where Luis and Hugo met up with us by chance. From there the five of us continued on to finish what we started when we all met two days before, and walked into Santiago together.
Hugo and Juis were able to join us for our big dinner with James and the others in Santiago that night. We were also extremely blessed to reconnect with Jennifer, our “Camino Angel” from when we walked the Frances route, who happened to be in Santiago prepping and doing “research” for an upcoming tour she would be leading to Finisterre. Side note, if by some chance you should ever meet Jennifer, ask her to show you her collection of photos of all the beds she’s slept in over the years. It’s fascinating.
Anyway, back to the story. We wrapped up our time in Santiago by staying one more day. The last time we were there the cathedral was still under reconstruction and we wanted the extra day to see it and more of the city. We definitely saw more of the cathedral, including a walk through the Porta do Perdón where we were pardoned for all of our sins (winning!) and which is only open during holy years, and a tour of the roof top of the Cathedral that would make any OSHA inspector faint with fear. As cool as that tour was, the highlight of our day in Santiago was reconnecting with a couple from Belgium, Jan and Caroline, who were on our boat from Vilanova and had taken an extra day to walk from Padrón.
They arrived just in time to see the first Precession of the day. Did I mention that it was also Good Friday? The precession route happened to go right past where they had booked a room for the night so they decided that, rather than fighting the crowds to try and check in, they would just join us for lunch. After our rooftop tour of the cathedral we met up with them again and had one of the best meals ever… pizza and beers while sitting in the Praza do Obradoiro during sunset with a full moon rising above the cathedral’s Façade of the Obradoiro.
It was hard to say goodbye to them that night. Saying goodbye to Jan and Caroline meant that our Camino was really coming to an end. The next day we would be on a bus back to Porto and the day after that on a flight back to the States. However, you can be sure that this will not be our last Camino. Even Jeremy is hooked now, I think, and though it may be more difficult for him to find the time to get away, I’m pretty sure he’s already thinking about his next Camino as well. And this is where we leave you.
Until our next celebration… Buen Camino!