On this day 9/11, I with my mom, was standing on the train platform in Santiago. We were both overjoyed at how much fun we’d had.
I walked over to concession stand, saw a Milky Way bar, beamed at my luck. Hadn’t seen one in over thirty days bought it. The seller was so subdued, I wondered.
Train came, we boarded on way to A Coruña, where we’d change trains for overnight haul to Barcelona.
While sitting in our compartment in A Coruña the conductor overheard us talking. He approached and began to tell us about the bad thing in NYC. When, I am tired, my Spanish goes out the window. Frustrated the conductor held up one hand and said, “avión”, with the other “edificio”, then he flew the avión into the edificio.
He directed us inside station to a bar where we could quickly watch the recap. A British woman was next to TV crying and screaming, “they are gone, the towers are gone”. I told her to keep quiet they’re right there in front of you, then the implosion was replayed. Now, I knew why the Milky Way seller in Santiago was so quiet. As, I was buying my candy this had just transpired.
You know when I left the pilgrim’s office 9/3 sans credential. I said I will finish this pilgrimage and I prayed everyday from Sarria back to Santiago for the Universe not to allow anything: war, madness, accidents to come between me and my Compostela.
My prayer was answered; but I was furious
My Compostela was in hand 9/9, but my backyard had exploded, I was living in NYC at that time.
If not for the camino, only the Universe knows how I might of fared had I been in NYC on that day, but I’d been delayed by Compostela pursuit.
9/11/02, I was in Logroño. I returned to both walk again then volunteer as a hospitalera: a thank you to the camino.