Hola dear friends,
Today finds me in Leon, a fairly large
city. I am staying at an albergue called Santa Maria de Carbajal a
Benedictine monastery in the old city. We are in dormitory style
rooms with bunk beds, but once again I lucked out and got a bottom bunk against
a wall. The accomodations are modest and clean and it works at 5 euros.
I wanted to be somewhere a bit calm after the walk along busy highways this
morning. It was very interesting entering the city and walking by car
dealerships. I could have been on the Carlise Pike I passed a Volvo
dealership and a Honda dealership. I was tempted to walk in and see the
Honda Fit, but I resisted :)
I had a most interesting morning and evening
last night. I will start with the evening and move onto this
morning. As you remember from my post yesterday I sat by the
river and while I was resting I was , journalling, reading and listening
to all the glorious nature sounds. I went back to the refugio and did
some laundry, made a pot of mint tea and was just sitting in the sun. Met
a woman from Canada who is walking with her husband and cousin, shared a cup of
tea and then made plans with them for dinner. Ealier I met a couple from
Georgia, originally from Cuba, and they told me about an amazing restaurant
right around the corner, so my new Canadian friends and I made plans
to eat there. Went to the Pharmacy to stock up on foot supplies, tape,
gauze, Ib profen creme, etc, probably more information that you are really
interested in hearing, but here it is none the less. Dinner was
awesome. Lasagna cooked to perfection for the first course, pork ribs and
sliced potatoes that melted in your mouth and a delicious chocolate cake.
I can eat this stuff coz I walk 10-12 miles a day. YEAH
!!!!!!! Okay after dinner we are walking back and we round
the corner and in front of our refugio is a bar restaurant with families and
little kids sitting on outside tables laughing, visiting, and generally having
a great time. There were about 4 little kids from 3-4 kicking
a soccerball around with their parents engaging with us as we walked by and
this is all around 8:30 in the evening, which is when everything comes
alive. It was so cute to see the little ones running around on the street
playing. Now these streets arent´like Walnut street in front
of my house. Very narrow brick streets that cars do come down, but not
often. I guess we might call these alleys in Carlisle, but alleys with
bar/restaurants, small neighborhood groceries and the most amazing store
with fabrics and christening dresses and lovely lace and tablecloths. I
was drooling. Anyway. I get into the refugio and meet this
delightful young man named Paulo who is about 11. His mother is best
friends with Laura, the hospitelero who has been helping me with my feet.
What a charmer. Oh my God. We had the best time trying to communicate.
He had these really cool red glasses on, all the kids wear them, but they have
clear glass in them. At one point we exchanged glasses and I told him he
was now seeing through the eyes of an American and I was seeing through the
eyes of a Spainard. He really liked that, although I think if he kept
mine on too long, he would have gotten dizzy. I asked to take his picture
and before he would let me he ran into wash his face and comb his hair.
He was a little Don Juan and a charmer. Before the evening was over he
gifted me with something like crackerjax tiddly wink, discs you slide along the
floor,
After my feet were cared for by Laura, she invited
me to go out for a drink with her Carlos, the massage therapist and her
mother. We went to the same bar where I had dinner and sat around
chatting, in Spanish and English. What was so incredibly delightful was
the fact the Laura´s mother is in a local choir singing group. I´m not
clear if it is church related or something like Cantata Carlise. They ask
if I like Spanish music and I burst into a smile and said of
course. And then, this most amazing thing. She begins to see
a Spanish Aria for me !!!!!!! Sitting at the bar drinking cafe con leche
around 10:00 in the evening this lovely woman is singing this soulful
Aria. . Then she starts singing a Spanish folk song and Carlos and
Laura join in and the Waitress and another waitress and it almost brought me to
tears. Amazing. We laughed and sang. What a true gift.
I will never forget it. As I said good night to them, her mother told me
that was my home. I think I´ve been adopted.
Being with those folks was so healing
for me and I will be forever grateful.
But wait there is more. This morning I
was walking early. I left around 7:30 and about 1 1/2 hour later
came to a bar/restaurant where I went in for breakfast. Joined a Swedish
guy I had met named Jo and met the most amazing character who owned the
bar. He looked and acted like Tony Soprano. No kidding. He
had loud and I mean Loud classical music blasting, Walzes, mozart, and at one
point I watched him behind the bar conducting. We bantered back and forth
laughing and I told hime Muy bien, very good and How I loved the
music and what a great way to start the day. The sweet part
of this was that after I paid him he asked me where I was from and I said
USA. And of course big smiles, pennsylvania, etc etc. Wellll,
I get outside and I hear the music from the loudspeaker outside, yes
loudspeaker outside, shift to more like punk or something and them I hear a
song I recognize. Next thinng I know he comes flying
out the door to make sure I am still there. He had searched is
music to find Born in the USA by Bruce Springstein for me !!!! I was so
touched and we laughed and hugged and I will never forget Louis the Tony
Soprano and Music man of Spain. He even had musical notes on the
filigree of his door. I have pictures of him and the door. So dear
friends, it has been and most musical and magical time for with the the dear
kind people of Spain. I will always remember these last two days as a
bringer of joy into my life a gift I want to nourish and keep alive
always. Thank you for letting me share all this with you and in my
writing I hope you can experience the joy as well.
I am heading out into the big city now to
tour the catedral and look for silk liner socks a pharmacist from Canada I met
this morning told me to get. I want to sit in the sun and soak it
up. Much love to you all. Tomorrow I will most likely go to
Villar de Mazarife. Gay is about 2 1/2 days ahead of me and gave me the
name of a great alburgue to stay in while I am in that town. So
another 20 K or so tomorrow. That seems to work for me. My blisters
are healing as is the tendonitis, but I think it all won´t resolve until I am
finished walking. No worries. I´m doing
great. Okay love to you all and Embrace the day.
Camille in and on the Camino
Sounds wonderful! Can't wait to see the pictures! I guess we will share you with your new Spanish family...maybe they will adopt us all!!
ReplyDeleteI can understand them wanting to adopt you~!~!~! You are adorable, and your writing is magnificent.
ReplyDeleteBig love
Dana
Camille, what joy! What an awesome experience for you, and them, and for you to share. Take away politics, religion, and man-made boundaries and the Universe reveals we are all, truly, one. Music is the universal language, for certain. Happy to know the feet are healing sufficiently. Oh, and once again you have charmed an older man; don't think we're not keeping track!) Buen Camino, peregrina! Ed SSB
ReplyDeleteThat was awesome! I'm going to listen to the Gotan Project today as the soundtrack to your story!
ReplyDeleteWould you have had those touching experiences without having to stop because of your blisters? ...just thinking that the Camino sent the blisters and the people to you.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure we all picture in our minds the places and the people you have described - can't wait to see how they really look in your photos.
Buen Camino, my friend.
Wow - what great stories your are collecting! Big smiles. :)
ReplyDeleteWhat wonderful, life-filled stories! thank you so much for sharing the people with us!
ReplyDeleteHola again!
ReplyDeleteAs I read your posts I imagine what you are experiencing and what things I would find challenging. When we just were walking around the mountains in South Carolina, I was thinking, this is how I feel and maybe, maybe we just went a mile! I really admire your stamina, especially with hurting feet! I think one of the spiritual lessons for me would be to see all of these wonderful treasures along the way, and not try to bring them home! So gracias for the lessons on traveling lightly! Deep bows to you dear Camille.