Jeff Crawley
Veteran Member
- Time of past OR future Camino
- A "Tourigrino" trip once Covid has passed, so 2023
Well I went and did it. Having had my interest raised by Tom @t2andreo I applied to the Pilgrim Office and was accepted as a Volunteer for two weeks. I mean, who could resist two weeks of lovely Spanish food, weather and senoritas in a place where tinto verano flows like . . . well, tinto verano?
Now this is my first summer of retirement and a good summer it has been too – beautiful weather, sunny day after sunny day so did I prepare for my duties? Did I revise my Spanish (lack of) skills? No. I was more like the grasshopper and fiddled all summer long. Added to which I hurt my foot, couldn’t walk for exercise for a month and so arrived in Santiago an overweight, out of condition 67 year old with a solid grounding in English.
One thought as an aside though, have you noticed how life is full of little oddities? After all the talk we have about getting long, sharp objects onto airplanes I noticed, as I went to sit down in the departure lounge at Gatwick airport, somebody had managed to get a large (metre long?) black golf umbrella through security only to leave it behind along the back of the seat!
An easy flight from London Gatwick to Santiago, straight out to the bus and off to town. Very strange seeing pilgrims walking into the city along familiar streets – have they replace that rickety wooden bridge section?
It’s also very strange arriving in Santiago on a hot, sunny day in September – where’s the rain?
I was thinking Santiago, late September/October it would be cold or at least cool. I have brought along a lightweight puffer jacket, jeans, polo shirts . . . I might have to buy some summer clothes!
Dropped off at the Praza do Galicia I went hot foot across the square and arrived hot and breathless at the office, slightly embarrassed to ease my way past a long line of pilgrims queuing for their Compostela and behind the counter.
Two kisses from Montse and put straight to work at a computer!
Fortunately I had a very good teacher on either side of me and it isn’t too hard to pick up, as you know it’s meet, greet, make them fill in a form, write out their name (in Latin) and send them on their way. . . . and then enter it all (in Spanish) on the computer.
Suddenly I’m faced with my first pilgrim and it all went fairly well – there are some little trips to watch out for: the date on the Compostela is in Latin (septembris) while on the Distancia it’s in Spanish (septiembre) so, sorry to anybody who got certificates incorrectly dated!
After about an hour I was hauled off for a talk about the meaning of the Camino, its history and what it is to be a pilgrim. In Spanish. I understood about one word in six and I started to rue my lack of revision. I was then collected by a lovely Irish nun called Katherine who treated me to a killer cup of (Irish) tea before going back to work until 14:00 when three of us Jose Antonio, Solange and I were whisked off to where we were to stay for two weeks – the Convent of Santa Clara in the Roque district:
Now I firmly believe Tom is a sound, upright guy but how could anybody forget to mention the stairs? We had a three bedroom apartment between us (bedroom each, bathroom, kitchen) but to get to them on the top floor you have to climb 50 or so stairs to get there. 50 steps Tom, 50! With my luggage and no sherpa I barely made it.
I’d left home at 2am so was pretty tired so crashed out for a couple of hours, got up, nobody else around so went out and found some food and came home and crashed again, getting prepared to do the 10am – 3pm shift the next day.
Here ended the first day!
Now this is my first summer of retirement and a good summer it has been too – beautiful weather, sunny day after sunny day so did I prepare for my duties? Did I revise my Spanish (lack of) skills? No. I was more like the grasshopper and fiddled all summer long. Added to which I hurt my foot, couldn’t walk for exercise for a month and so arrived in Santiago an overweight, out of condition 67 year old with a solid grounding in English.
One thought as an aside though, have you noticed how life is full of little oddities? After all the talk we have about getting long, sharp objects onto airplanes I noticed, as I went to sit down in the departure lounge at Gatwick airport, somebody had managed to get a large (metre long?) black golf umbrella through security only to leave it behind along the back of the seat!
An easy flight from London Gatwick to Santiago, straight out to the bus and off to town. Very strange seeing pilgrims walking into the city along familiar streets – have they replace that rickety wooden bridge section?
It’s also very strange arriving in Santiago on a hot, sunny day in September – where’s the rain?
I was thinking Santiago, late September/October it would be cold or at least cool. I have brought along a lightweight puffer jacket, jeans, polo shirts . . . I might have to buy some summer clothes!
Dropped off at the Praza do Galicia I went hot foot across the square and arrived hot and breathless at the office, slightly embarrassed to ease my way past a long line of pilgrims queuing for their Compostela and behind the counter.
Two kisses from Montse and put straight to work at a computer!
Fortunately I had a very good teacher on either side of me and it isn’t too hard to pick up, as you know it’s meet, greet, make them fill in a form, write out their name (in Latin) and send them on their way. . . . and then enter it all (in Spanish) on the computer.
Suddenly I’m faced with my first pilgrim and it all went fairly well – there are some little trips to watch out for: the date on the Compostela is in Latin (septembris) while on the Distancia it’s in Spanish (septiembre) so, sorry to anybody who got certificates incorrectly dated!
After about an hour I was hauled off for a talk about the meaning of the Camino, its history and what it is to be a pilgrim. In Spanish. I understood about one word in six and I started to rue my lack of revision. I was then collected by a lovely Irish nun called Katherine who treated me to a killer cup of (Irish) tea before going back to work until 14:00 when three of us Jose Antonio, Solange and I were whisked off to where we were to stay for two weeks – the Convent of Santa Clara in the Roque district:
Now I firmly believe Tom is a sound, upright guy but how could anybody forget to mention the stairs? We had a three bedroom apartment between us (bedroom each, bathroom, kitchen) but to get to them on the top floor you have to climb 50 or so stairs to get there. 50 steps Tom, 50! With my luggage and no sherpa I barely made it.
I’d left home at 2am so was pretty tired so crashed out for a couple of hours, got up, nobody else around so went out and found some food and came home and crashed again, getting prepared to do the 10am – 3pm shift the next day.
Here ended the first day!