Life is what you make of it, always has been, always will be. ~ Grandma Moses
I’d like to introduce you to Michigan. This husband and wife are walking the Camino with their son (Doctorate in music with a trombone emphasis) and his wife (Professional opera singer). We visit with the parents while we walk and later meet up with their son and his wife having lunch as we strolled by. Of course, we had to stop and visit. Gee, I wonder why we are so much slower than the rest of the Camino walkers?
Evidence that we are getting closer to Santiago.
This Camino monument is at the entrance to the what is considered the Santiago metro area, even though is is still about 7 miles to the cathedral. It depicts the traditional symbol of the Camino de Santiago, the carnet shell. The symbolic shell dates back to a 2,000 year-old legend. The apostle, James, returned to Jerusalum, but was decapitated and was said to have had his remains put on a boat and shipped off to Spain (where he had previously spent 12 years as a missionary). The boat is said to have arrived on the northwestern coast of Spain in Galicia, where carnet shells from the sea surrounded it.
In medieval times, the resourceful pilgrims walking to Santiago de Compostela were said to have used the shells to ladle out soup and coffee from pilgrim supporters along the way with their carnet shells. In modern times it is customary for pilgrims to hang carnet shells on their backpacks.
Crosses on the fence, placed by pilgrims, line our path.
Is everybody happy? H-A-P-P-Y!
Randy adds his cross to the display.
If you linger too long at this spot a security official stops to survey your activity, so there must be something top-secret or hazardous along the path. Spanish Area 51? We must have appeared suspicious since we were being watched. Was there a sign that said No Photos that I missed?
Actually, it is the Santiago Airport that borders the Camino path so I doubt that we’ll see aliens or spies.
We enter the town of Lavacola, Spain which is also near the Santiago Airport. This devout woman is arranging fresh cut flowers by the tomb in an old mausoleum. Her spouse, child, parents…?
That is quite the flower power display by the nearest tomb.
Randy waits on the steps outside since his blisters are causing great discomfort today.
Ouch! A member of our Camino group, Lori, was a nurse in a previous career and was brave enough to pop blisters for anyone needing this procedure. The blisters looked much worse a couple of days before this photo was taken.
We no longer see the old, stone kilometer markers and our signs are now more contemporary. We see and hear the sounds of traffic nearby, jets landing and taking off, and I’m starting to miss the natural surroundings that take you back in time, and give you a mythical type of experience. The sounds and signs of the city are interrupting my bliss.
Oh, well. It’s all part of the Camino experience and required in order to make it to the finish line.