June 20 – We walked into the city of Santiago de Compostela yesterday morning, drenched with sweat, smelling a little gamy, with backpacks, walking sticks and face-cracking smiles. Pilgrims and tourists crowded the narrow streets, then spread out in the big square. As we walked toward our pension, an English woman looked at my sweaty self, gave me a thumbs-up and said, “Well done!” I burst into tears, of course. I am so happy to be here! 1000 kilometers – my toenails will never be the same, but we are strong, we had no injuries, and we had the best time ever!
After getting our Compostela completion certificates from the pilgrim office, we, like everyone, went to the cathedral. The city of Santiago really revolves around this place. At the end of our third Camiño, visiting the cathedral was like coming home.
As pilgrims, we walked to the bones of St. James the Apostle in intercession for several of our loved ones who are going through difficult times. We thought about you every day as we walked. Your hopes and prayers have been laid at his feet. May you derive strength and peace from this knowledge.
We attended the daily Pilgrims Mass, heard our country and route called out in the Prayers of the Peregrinos, sang Ubi Caritas, and watched the grand Botefumeiro swing through the pilgrims, delivering sweet incense as a powerful anthem filled the worship space. Although cautioned in four languages that this is part of the sacred service and not a show, a spontaneous burst of applause thundered through the cathedral as the last organ chords were played.
Signs of the shell and the red St James cross are everywhere.
More about the city in the next post.