Cancer Survivor’s Day

As shared June 5th, 2016.

Just because I like to overachieve, I couldn’t stop walking when I got to Santiago. I’ve spent the last four days walking to, symbolically, land in Finisterre on Cancer Survivor’s Day. At one time this place was thought to be the end of the world. It wasn’t. And neither was cancer for me.

So with extremely bittersweet feelings, this particular Camino ends here. 19 non-stop days of walking, 600,701 steps, 258 miles (415 kilometers), 2,392 floors, countless thoughts to process and a new forever friend. 

I am SO lucky and grateful in more ways than I can count.

 

I Made It to Santiago!

As shared on June 1, 2016.

Uncharacteristically speechless, so until I can properly unpack, I’ll just share the most perfect words my eyes have ever seen, which perfectly describe my Camino…

“Still, there are times I am bewildered by each mile I have traveled, each meal I have eaten, each person I have known, each room in which I have slept. As ordinary as it all appears, there are times when it is beyond my imagination.” (Jhumpa Lahiri)

Oozing with love, appreciation and gratitude for this experience and everyone who supported and shared in it.

Many stories to come on my Camino.

Moments after arriving in Praza do Obradoiro

The cathedral alter and botafumeiro

 

Laughing to Santiago 

As I walked through Ponferrada snapping pics and not paying attention, some voices screamed and motioned for me to come back. I was headed in the wrong direction and a group of fellow pilgrims came to my rescue. They were Joe (Washington DC), Maria (Sweden) and Kevin (Vancouver). I thanked them and we all chatted our way out of the city before Joe and Maria stopped for a rest.

We’ve since realized the hilarity in Kevin, a young, Jewish man traveling to Santiago with a Joseph and Mary (of sorts). He even slept in a stable one night along the Camino. Then I wondered, who might I represent in this story? I’d like to think a wise woman, but Kevin insists that I’m the ass. Especially since I promised to pull him in a cart should he hurt himself between here and Santiago.

So, for the next couple of days, Kevin and I would run into each other on the path or in the villages. Then somewhere between Vega de Valcarce and Alto do Polo, we joined forces and haven’t stopped walking and talking; walking and not talking; talking and not walking; and not talking and not walking. This will make sense to those of you who have experienced the Camino.

More than anything, we’ve been laughing our way through Spain. We are on the same Camino groove. No plans. No reservations. Definitely no early rising. Lots of talk about Beyoncé, lip sync battles and some fellow burner* pilgrims we simply can not get enough of.

The “no plans” rule was bent one day when I was intrigued by an alternative route going through Samos where there was the opportunity to stay in a the western world’s largest monastery. My guide book described it as, “one long vaulted space full of pain and misery and snoring and laughter.” All of which happened, especially when Kevin and I got the uncontrollable giggles over some happenings with the burners*. It was probably one of those times you had to be there, but we were both laughing so hard and could not even look at each other. Since then, slap happy is how most nights end.

Between the fits of laughter, we visited the monastery and attended a mass with vespers. The monastery’s wiki page will best describe the happenings, so here’s that.

For your viewing enjoyment, here are a few pics:

*Those who attend Burning Man.