Camino Via de la Plata - Seville

Woke after a very interrupted night, had breakfast at the hostel (included) and at about 9:30 set out for the cathedral. I arrived about 9:50 and asked when there was a mass. They said 10:00 - perfect. There was a choir chanting psalms but soon the priest(s) came in, I counted 7 of them with not more than 100 people in the congregation. I could be wrong since this the 3rd largest cathedral in Europe so even a lot of people don't look like much. The mass was very nice with all the prayers and chanting (Gloria, Creed etc.) in Latin and the readings and prayers in Spanish. I was better with the Latin since I studied it for several years at school and we were given books with the music for the chants.

 

Here are some pictures from in the cathedral it is huge but the middle has a closed area with the choir and organ so it is very difficult to get a good picture. The layout is similar to Léon.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is the high altar but I don't think it ever used these days. Our service used an altar at the front the choir stalls.

After the mass I looked for somewhere to get a sello (stamp) in my pilgrim credential (passport) which allows me to stay in pilgrim Albergues (hostels). It took a while but eventually I found the right place and now I am ready to go!

 

 

 

 

 

No way to get far enough away for a good picture

 

I left the cathedral area I next went to visit the Hospital de la Caridad, a place, founded in the 16th century for the poor and sick. It was founded by Miguel Mañura who has since been nominated as a saint for his good charitable work. It was interesting and the buildings were nice. I think it is still used for the same purpose since I saw some people in wheelchairs and with missing limbs through a gate which was closed to visitors. Basically we were allowed to visit the church and two of the courtyards. Here are some pictures. One of the arches is remains of a structure built in 1252.

 

 

 

 

By now it was getting hot and I had forgotten my hat so I stayed in the shade as I headed back to the hostel.

 

 

On the way I took some pictures of the bull ring with crowds arriving for the afternoon bullfight (been ther done that years ago in Valencia) and of the river. I did some washing and hung it out to dry in the sun and sorted out my belongings. Since I arrived late yesterday everything was very disorganized. I also finished my blog and thought I had posted it but later realized I had not, but it should be there now.

 

 

Here is the entrance to the hostel

 

With my hat, I then went out to look for a pocket knife and a scallop shell. I was successful wither first at a Chinese shop (there are lots of them even if their Spanish is worse than mine). They also speak no English. What is the Chinese for scallop shell? I believe in Spanish it is concha but even the Spanish people here are unfamiliar with the Camino (so far). Later I will try around the cathedral.

It was now time to look for somewhere to eat. It was nearly 3:00 pm. I found a small place near the hostel and had an excellent lunch of braised beef and very greasy fries. Now I won't need dinner. I saw that the restaurants open mostly at 9:00 pm. With the current temperatures, today the thermometers were saying (37F or 99C). I need to start early and get to me destination early since the afternoons are too hot to walk. I have packed most of my backpack and included a lot of water. I don't want to run out even though I expect to find some villages on tomorrow's route where I could by some if necessary but I won't risk it.

We were down to 3 people in the room this morning but this afternoon replacements arrived so we are full again with 6 people. Today is the last day of the Seville festival and there are people in costumes all over town. I will head down there later today. I think it is about a 20 minute walk from here. It will be more comfortable this evening. With very low humidity it cools off nicely in the evening.

 

This is the street the hostel is in. Not much room but motor bikes love to drive fast through here at night right outside the open window

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lots of these all over the city. It is the Seville spring festival, ends. Today

I thought I had better find out what the festival is.

Basically it seems to be literally hundreds of these booths each serving drinks and tapas. There are streets and streets of them set up in an open area. I was there at about 7:00 pm and it was just starting to get underway. Most of the booths were still empty. The sun does not set until about 10:00 pm and it is very hot during the day so only tourists are out in the afternoon. Everything else shuts down. I think it is a kind of Spanish Octoberfest.

There were also dozens of these carriages taking people for rides.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stopped on the way back to the hostel for a beer but was glad to be back. Sightseeing on your own is not much fun, especially not in the heat. I got lost after walking through the Jewish quarter and my map was no help because they don't seem to like putting up the street name signs and my map only had a few street labels on it none of which were the same as the occasional street sign. I am surprised at how well I am doing with making myself understood, especially since very few people speak any English. Seville has been interesting but it is not what I came for and I am looking forward to getting away from the noise and the traffic and spending time in the country and the small towns and pueblos (villages).

Now to bed for an early night. I want to leave early tomorrow before it gets too hot. Sunrise is at about 7:00 so a 6:30 start would work. I don't want to miss Camino signs in the dark.

 

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Camino Via de la Plata - Travel to Seville

Friday May 9, the day of departure has arrived. Yesterday I said goodbye to Christa, Ben and Helen in Nashville and flew to Richmond. The evening before we had attended the Wednesday evening light supper and service at Helen's church. After the service the Pastor had called me forward for a blessing on my pilgrimage. It was very meaningful. After the blessing severalele asked me about the journey including how do I stay in touch with family and do I take photos. I told them that I try and blog each day adding pictures which I take with my iPhone and magically they go to the cloud and then arrive in my iPad. Rather like prayers which we offer to heaven and then they return in response to our prayers! The pastor thought that was very neat! The few days in Nashville were very nice and I enjoyed playing and going for walks with William.

But back to my journey. I find descriptions of plane trips and the various things that can go wrong are generally not very interesting so please bear with me in this blog. I hope that future ones will be more interesting. As I was at home this morning getting my gear together and my backpack stuffed I got a text message from the airline saying that my flight from Richmond to Washington was delayed by 90 minutes. This made my connection to London very doubtful and since it was still 5 hours before my flight was due to leave I thought that further delays or cancellation were very likely. When I called the airline I was told that it was too late to try and catch the earlier flight to Washington.

I finished my packing and then looked on line to see what other flight options there might be and I saw that the earlier flight was now also delayed for about 3 hours so I called Sarah and asked if we could go to the airport as soon as possible rather than for the 3:00pm flight. She and Caleb were there very quickly. Friday is her day off. I was able to get a seat on this flight. I think it was the last one since it was the very back row of a small plane almost sitting on the toilet because the door would not stay shut but it was only about a 35 minute flight. The flight finally left at about 1:30, 3 hours late but I was actually in Washington earlier than planned.

So now I am waiting for my flight to London. There is supposed to be wifi here but it is so slow that I can't even get my emails, let alone photos or try and post this.

Later: Flight was fine - full plane but I had a good seat and we arrived on time. I was asked to check my backpack at the gate since the bins were all full so I quickly put it in its bag and left it at the door of the plane. It was safely there on the carousel at Heathrow with the bag still in good shape. Took the bus to Gatwick and settled for a long wait with a good breakfast. Managed to get 45 mins of free wifi to send a couple of e-mails, the rest will have to wait until I am in Seville with proper wifi. Weather here is cold and a steady drizzle; very different from 90F in Richmond and a forecast 98F in Seville.

I feel rather proud of my shoes with the new laces. It will make it difficult for anyone to take them by mistake in the morning as people are in the Albergue are getting ready to leave.

 

 

 

 

I had left my backpack in the "left luggage" place since it was such a long wait until my flight but finally I was able to check it in (2 hours before departure with Ryanair). The bag should be fine for one more flight but I don't think it will be worth taking with me for the return. It is doing well considering it weighs almost nothing and only cost $1.00 at the Dollar Store. It is the perfect size for my backpack.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally time to leave and after a smooth flight we landed in Sseville at about 8:00 pm. Very nice temperatures in the 80's, low humidity. Immigration and luggage plane and then to a transport service I had booked with Ryanair to take me to the hostal. Checked in and was assigned a bunk in a room of 6 beds.

On the way from the airport the streets were full of people, many of the women wearing traditional costumes and horse drawn carriages taking people around. This is the final weekend of the "Seville Fair". After I had settled in, set up wifi and talked to Christa, went out to look for something to eat. It was 10:00 pm and the streets were still full - after all, this was a Saturday night in Spain. I found a Cervezaria with an empty table outside only about a block or so from the hostal. Ordered a beer and some food but I was not sure what I was going to get.

It turned out to be slices of pork loin with a tasty sauce and fries. Rather salty, but a second beer took care of that!

Then back to the hostal, another call to Christa and to bed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The night was not peaceful. Despite only six beds in the room there were people coming and going all night, each time with the door banging and muffled voices. There was never a time when we were all there at the same time, the first one packing and leaving at about 4:30 am and the last one arriving back for the final time at about 5:30. I got some sleep in between but not what I really needed after the night before on the plane to London. I will have to join the locals this afternoon for a siesta!

There some people sitting at the next table wearing there Spanish costumes. It felt as if we were in a scene from "Carmen" which is, after all, set in Seville.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That's all for now. Will follow up later after a day exploring Seville. I plan to start my walk tomorrow.

 

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Camino Postlude - Vacation Days

After reaching Finisterre and Muxia we had completed everything we had planned and it was time to adjust back our normal life. Werner decided to leave on Friday and we took him to Finisterre to catch the bus to Santiago and from there to Barcelona to spend the weekend with his son Sebastian who lives there and then continue on his flight home on Monday. I was also able to retrieve my poncho which I had inadvertently left in the albergue the day before. This all worked out well and then Christa and I returned to Cormé for a few days of rest and relaxation. On our way back to Cormé we stopped in Vimianzo for Christa to get some lace supplies at the crafts center in the castle and while we were waiting for it to open we found a donkey and three dogs tied to the fence in front of the church waiting patiently for their owner to return.

It took me a while to adjust and on Friday I walked the 7 km round trip from the apartment to the lighthouse to get some exercise. The weather on Saturday was cold and rainy most of the day and I never made it out again except to get some supplies at the local shops and to go out with Christa and Ute for a meal.
Since the weather was not pleasant we decided to leave on Sunday and head towards Madrid a day early, hoping we would find warmer weather.
On Sunday morning we loaded the car and set off, reluctantly leaving the beautiful, but cold, Costa del Morte. We found that part of the road to Madrid would pass close to the Camino in several places, one of which was near O Cebreiro, the mountain where we had experienced the snow and fog. The weather had cleared and Christa and Ute immediately agreed when I suggested we make a detour to the mountain. It was only about 5 miles out of our way.
We arrived there with no problems (this time) and it was beautiful. The views from the top were stunning.

It was so different and I didn't recognize anything.

I looked in the little church which I didn't even know was there since it was so foggy and snowy last time.

There is a baptismal font from the 9th century there.

Then I wanted to see where I had been before in the snow but since I didn't recognize anything I had to ask one of the pilgrims there enjoying the sunshine where the trail arrived. She showed me and I followed it back a few hundred yards to where I remembered I had taken a photo last time I was there. It certainly looks different now!
Then

Now

What a difference.
I also took a picture of pilgrim statue which I found again
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Now

What a difference the sun makes. But if the weather had been like this when we were there before what would we have to talk about?
Soon we were back on the freeway. Later we stopped in Astorga for lunch and then continued on to Avila, an old walled city for the night. This is also the city at the highest altitude in Spain at 1,100 meters above sea level. It was very interesting and Christa has written about it in her blog. The city is completely surrounded by the city walls and has a very impressive cathedral which also makes up part of the old city wall.

The city is alive with several churches, restaurants, shops and houses and apartments all on the narrow streets.
Lots is storks nests on roofs and church bell towers and even construction cranes.

We took a walk along the wall, it was a beautiful day. Finally sun after the clouds and rain of the past few days in Galicia.

We spent two nights here and then we headed on to Madrid for the final night, staying near the airport before flying home on Wednesday June 5 after an incredible experience.

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Camino Finisterre - Day 3 Finisterre

After our final night in an albergue, we hoped for a day with better weather so we could truly walk the last few kilometers from the little fishing town of Finisterre to the lighthouse on the Cape.
Breakfast was included at the albergue and the weather looked better but there were still threatening clouds. We were on our way at about 7:30 and we set off through the town and up the hill on the road heading southwest. It only took is about 45 minutes with views over the ocean on our left before we reached the few buildings and the lighthouse on the rock that people in earlier times believed to be the end of the earth. It was only 4 km but was the final few steps of our more than 800 km (500 mile) journey from France and across Spain.

There were very few people around and it is certainly a lonely place. I still had the stone I had brought with me, selected from the James River in Richmond, Virginia. Pilgrims have traditionally taken a stone from their home with them on their journey to leave at a significant place on their journey. Many chose to leave it at the Cruzo de Ferro, Iron Cross. However although I remembered having it when I packed my backpack before leaving home, I had not been able to find it until a few days before the end of the journey. I came across it in the first aid kit which I, thankfully, had not had a reason to go to until I needed a band aid to clean and cover a scratch on my arm from a fall a few days earlier. When I tipped out the contents of the bag, the stone appeared with the antiseptic cream, blister covers and the other contents.
For many the stone represents the burdens of life that they wish to leave behind before returning home, but I could not think of any burdens that I carry with me so I had not felt bad about not finding the stone earlier. When it appeared I decided that I would leave it at the end of the earth so now I was there I took the opportunity of throwing it off the cliff and down to the waves crashing on the rocks below.

Soon after, Christa and Ute arrived. We took more photos showing we had reached the end of our journey with 0.00 km left to go. A significant moment. The rain had held off and our journey was truly ended. The sun broke through at that moment and made amazing patterns on the ocean.

We returned to the car together and set off for a final stop in Muxia. This is a small town at the northern end of the same peninsular and is a site where a tradition says The Virgin Mary appeared to St. James after traveling there in a stone ship. There is a church of Nuestra Señora de la Barca on a headland just north of the little town which contains pieces of the stone boat but when we got there the church was closed so we were not able to visit it but only to take a photo through the little window in the door.

Soon after we had left the church and climbed to the top of the headland it started to rain so we hurried back to the car and set off for the apartment in Cormé. Christa and Ute wanted to stop in Camariñas on the way for some special items and Werner and I did some grocery (beer, wine, bread and tea) shopping in the local supermarket there. Then back to the apartment for a light lunch and showers for Werner and me before a relaxing afternoon. The pilgrimage, journey, adventure, were finally completed. An incredible experience of a lifetime.

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