templarsoul
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- Camino Frances (SJPP to Fisterra) (June/July 2015)
Our family got back late Thursday from our first Camino (Frances). Together, we walked from SJPP to Finisterre. I obsessively planned for about 2 1/2 years for this family adventure. It was difficult, but the experience of a lifetime. We met many amazing, kind people from around the world. Although we often didn't speak a word of each other's language, we still found ways to bond. First, by sharing universal smiles. Next, by laughing at switching from "Buen Camino" to "Otra vez" after passing each other constantly over days. And, of course, bonding through shared meals, and the many opportunities to offer and accept acts of kindness. Our son, Cailean, really made us proud when he gave his trekking pole to a pilgrim from Barcelona. We knew the pilgrim was suffering from terrible tendonitis. Sitting at a bar we exchanged hellos and he was hobbling by and told us that he would probably have to finish his Camino another year. His pain was just too much. Cailean ran after him and convinced him to accept the pole and that it might help him walk. These "experiences" were what made the Camino so special for my family and I. Unfortunately, the last 100 km almost ruined everything.
We'd been warned about the hordes of "perenino" school kids and other pilgrims who'd hiked ahead messaged us about seeing adult groups who didn't even bother with the tiny daypacks, but simply brought luggage to send ahead each day. Everyone has a right to do their Camino in their way and these new groups alone weren't what bothered us. Soon, however, we couldn't ignore the shocking amounts of trail garbage, and grafitti. Still, the very worse part was the very tone of the Camino, as a whole, that did a 180 for us; quickly eating away at the Camino we'd known up to that point. Of the many stories I heard from other pilgrims, I'll share just one. It was told to me by a young lady from Germany who had issues with her knee popping out of its socket. It had happened earlier on the Camino, around Pamplona, and many came to her aid. She was quite moved by all the sincere kindness from complete strangers. However, just outside of Arca it happened again, but her experience was quite different. She was in such pain that she openly wept. Of the dozens of people who went by, none did any more than give her curious looks. In fact, when she first fell, a girl from one of the school groups stepped on her hand and looked back without a single word.
These kinds of experiences, couple with trash, graffitti and endless crowds of recent pilgrims left my family feeling quite dejected. We entered SDC admitting that it was very anti-climactic. We looked forward to touching the pillar in the Portico of Glory, only to find that this is not longer accessible to anyone (and NOT just during restoration of the cathedral). Then, with my wife and daughter barely able to stand from bleeding blistered feet, we couldn't sit for the noon pilgrim's mass. It was two days before St. Jame's Day and the cathedral was packed. No one enforced the clearly labeled pew signs that were meant to reserve seats for pilgrims with credentials and we saw no one even closely resembling pilgrims in any of the reserved seats (any very few in the cathedral at all). The next morning, we got to the pilgrim's office first thing, got our Compostellas and got out of SDC. Luckily, things changed almost immediately: very few pilgrims, almost no trail trash or graffitti.
We spent the next four days occasionally bumping into pilgrims we knew and embracing that original feeling of the Camino we'd come to love. The first glimpse of sea and the town of Cee were remarkable. We were emotional as we sat silently with fellow pilgrims, perched precariously along the cliff at the lighthouse, and watched the sun set. As we began our walk back down to the town of Fisterra, my family and all others agreed how happy we were to continue on from SDC. Our Caminos had ended after an amazing four final days that saved our Camino experiences from the tainted memory of the last 100km.
*Having done the Frances with my family, I'm excited to do a solo Camino in two years. My goal is the Northern Route,
...but will not include the last 100 km.
We'd been warned about the hordes of "perenino" school kids and other pilgrims who'd hiked ahead messaged us about seeing adult groups who didn't even bother with the tiny daypacks, but simply brought luggage to send ahead each day. Everyone has a right to do their Camino in their way and these new groups alone weren't what bothered us. Soon, however, we couldn't ignore the shocking amounts of trail garbage, and grafitti. Still, the very worse part was the very tone of the Camino, as a whole, that did a 180 for us; quickly eating away at the Camino we'd known up to that point. Of the many stories I heard from other pilgrims, I'll share just one. It was told to me by a young lady from Germany who had issues with her knee popping out of its socket. It had happened earlier on the Camino, around Pamplona, and many came to her aid. She was quite moved by all the sincere kindness from complete strangers. However, just outside of Arca it happened again, but her experience was quite different. She was in such pain that she openly wept. Of the dozens of people who went by, none did any more than give her curious looks. In fact, when she first fell, a girl from one of the school groups stepped on her hand and looked back without a single word.
These kinds of experiences, couple with trash, graffitti and endless crowds of recent pilgrims left my family feeling quite dejected. We entered SDC admitting that it was very anti-climactic. We looked forward to touching the pillar in the Portico of Glory, only to find that this is not longer accessible to anyone (and NOT just during restoration of the cathedral). Then, with my wife and daughter barely able to stand from bleeding blistered feet, we couldn't sit for the noon pilgrim's mass. It was two days before St. Jame's Day and the cathedral was packed. No one enforced the clearly labeled pew signs that were meant to reserve seats for pilgrims with credentials and we saw no one even closely resembling pilgrims in any of the reserved seats (any very few in the cathedral at all). The next morning, we got to the pilgrim's office first thing, got our Compostellas and got out of SDC. Luckily, things changed almost immediately: very few pilgrims, almost no trail trash or graffitti.
We spent the next four days occasionally bumping into pilgrims we knew and embracing that original feeling of the Camino we'd come to love. The first glimpse of sea and the town of Cee were remarkable. We were emotional as we sat silently with fellow pilgrims, perched precariously along the cliff at the lighthouse, and watched the sun set. As we began our walk back down to the town of Fisterra, my family and all others agreed how happy we were to continue on from SDC. Our Caminos had ended after an amazing four final days that saved our Camino experiences from the tainted memory of the last 100km.
*Having done the Frances with my family, I'm excited to do a solo Camino in two years. My goal is the Northern Route,
...but will not include the last 100 km.