Thank you all so much for sharing your wonderful stories!
They are so very uplifting, and go far to restore our faith in humanity and shine light during short periods of darkness.
I love Spain and the Spanish people.
And I love the Camino.
Please don't let this thread die out.
Please continue to share...
and again, Gracias!
Someone mentioned Tomas!
Yes! For his bell that brings the pilgrims in from the fog and rain to enjoy hot coffee and biscuits.
For his quiet wisdom when he offered the shoeless, silent man a bed after the rest of us had judged the man wrongly.
For the peregina who gave me a piece of chocolate when I crying in pain on the way down to Roncesvalles on my first Camino.
For the woodcarver, Antonio Duran, who invited us in to his little casa and fed us iced cold Gazpacho on the Via de la Plata.
For the firemen who went into town and brought us back water on the Via de la Plata!
For the priest at Viana parochial who invited us into the basement to see the church treasures
For the peregrino priest at Rabanal who led Mass in the back yard when the church was closed
For the pharmacist who washed, doctored, and wrapped Joe's leg and charged only 6 euros for the medicine
For the 3-person albergue at Uterga where we spent a fun night with one Mexican Peregrina named Jessica
For the beautiful local choir who woke us up at dawn in Viana singing "Aurora a La Virgen de Cuevas"
For the hospitalera at Ventosa who allowed the poor, crying pilgrim girl to shower when the albergue was "completo" then directed her to a beautiful churchyard where she could sleep under the stars
For my one night in the PARADOR in Sto. Domingo del Calzada when I was sick and freezing after walking in the rain
For... ripe figs!
For Marina, the hospitalera who took over at San Anton after the regular hospitalero was killed in a train crash, and who was so warm and welcoming
For Andreas and Frederika, who when the local albergue had chinchas, picked us up at the Bar Sevilla, cooked for us, and gave us my first night in a straw-filled bed!
For hospitalera Luisa at Ligonde, who laughedwith me as she tried to teach me Gallego
For the icy-cold, healing waters at Ribadiso
For the time I got on the wrong train to Leon and ended up on a train to VIGO instead! It was a wonderful adventure!
For the hospitalero at the convent in Leon who let me in at 10 pm even though the doors were locked and the albergue was closed!
For Rebecca, who let me come stay for a few days when I was sick and weary
For the French couple who picked me up in their VW van the day I tried walking to the Monastery and didn't make it. They gave me bread and water and took me to the main road. They saved me.
For Andrew, the American man who I loaned money to on the Aragones Route. He found me later at the albergue in Los Arcos on the
Camino Frances and paid me. Everyone told me to kiss that money goodbye but I knew he'd come through!
For the hospitalero at Tosantos, who took us up to the Ermita in the cliffs
For the peregrino who gave me a blissful footrub that night in Tosantos - for free
For the neighbor who lives near the albergue in Guriezo who walked us to the albergue and let us in
For Ernesto at Guemes "who was born there, lives there, and will die there" and his family, who fed us, housed us, and loved us.
I could go on and on and on...