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Lourdes to Nice

10/23 – right outside our window is a castle, and we noticed it brightly lit up during the procession at the Grotto last night. It turns out to be the Château Fort, a 1000 year old fortress that has never been conquered, so this morning we walked over for a visit. If nothing else, we figured that the tall tower would provide us some great shots of the city.

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A fool and her euros are soon parted – we climbed to the top of the tower only to find that all the windows were covered in scratched up, milky plexiglass, so our photographic aspirations were thwarted. Oh well! We got some nice views anyway:

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The place was full of schoolchildren much more interested in taking selfies than in listening to their teacher describe costumes worn in the Pyrenees: IMG_3075-0

What we did see was another church, so we crossed over to see what it was. The Sacred Heart, Sacré-Cœur, is the Lourdes parish church.

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It had a Black Madonna, as well as some tributes to Bernadette:

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I haven’t mentioned that Jim made full use of our little kitchen, cooking up a chicken stew from scratch the first night, and a killer pasta and veg with homemade sauce the second. It sure is nice to have a kitchen, and a husband who knows how to use it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

10/24 – This morning we took the express train from Lourdes to Toulouse, and used the hour layover to eat our lunch outside the Toulouse station. Here is what we saw:

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Q: Why are there so many accidents on the French railway?
A: Toulouse Lautrec! (Too loose la track!) ha!

I’ve been waiting all my life to use that awful pun. Please forgive me.

Our second train from Toulouse to Nice was the one that was too full to enable us to use our EuRail Pass. Sure enough, we were packed cheek to jowl in second class, with not a seat to spare. If that was not indignity enough, there were two dogs in our car, one sitting directly across from me, who growled at one another in a threatening manner throughout the 7 hour trip. Here is the killer chien:

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The last two stops on our ride were Cannes and Antibes, which both looked gorgeous from the window. Maybe next trip we will bring our yacht and visit…

And now we are in our beautiful Residencial in Nice, where the weather is warm, and the French Riviera is just down the street. We are concerned with the sign posted on our window:

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What are we to do with our stumps?

Tomorrow, we will explore!

The subtle perception of the way things are

From Jim…

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We are in a Lourdes, France, place of miracles. Our room has a kitchen and we have come back from the market. We invite you to join us for lunch!
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Lunch is cooking!
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Dinner is served!

Come with us while we visit the sanctuary of Our Lady of Lourdes. It marks the place where the 14 year-old Bernadette saw a dazzling light and a small white female figure in 1858. During 18 visions, the lady directed Bernadette to uncover a healing spring and the lady suggested that a chapel be built. The lady eventually identified herself as “Immaculate Conception.” The visions and miraculous healings caused Lourdes to become a major pilgrimage site with over 300 hotels and about five million visitors each year.

We approach the Rosary Basilica.

We look around and then meditate.

You are with us.
“Did you see the cute guy to our right?” I ask…

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Wednesday at Lourdes

10/22 – So, we all know the story of a Saint Bernadette, right? I don’t have to tell you how, in 1858, the 14 year old saw a beautiful Lady, who identified herself as Immaculate Conception, in a small cave near the river, 18 times, and showed her where to dig for a miraculous spring? And miracles occurred when the ill were brought to this spot or immersed in the water? Good. We’ve all seen the movie.

Lourdes has more hotels than any other place in France except Paris, and hosts over six million visitors a year. Despite these stats, it has an intimate quality that feels relaxed and not crowded.

The town is definitely geared to separate tourists from their money, with a wax museum and brisk trade in rosaries, statues, religious souvenirs and holy water containers: IMG_3021.JPG

As we walked from our hotel, we passed the cemetery where Bernadette’s family is buried:

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We walked over the River Gave de Pau:

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The caves where Bernadette’s visions occurred is called the Grotto:

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Pilgrims move slowly through, laying their hands on the rock below the statue of the Virgin. So many hands have touched the rock, that it is polished like marble:
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I read that when Bernadette was asked to describe her vision for the sculptor, she described a young woman of 18 or so, and short. The sculptor and authorities opted to make the statue look more like the Mary depicted by others.

In the back of the cave, the spring still flows, protected under glass:

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Next to the Grotto, the spring water, safe for drinking, is available from dozens of taps. Some folks were filling gallon jugs. The water is free and there is no limit.

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For those who desire a more complete experience, full immersion is offered, with separate entrances for men and women. Assistants help those in wheel chairs or on stretchers into the water.

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The three main basilicas are built vertically, one on top of another, all above the Grotto. The Rosary Basilica is on ground level:

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Above is the smallest and oldest basilica, called the Crypt, that contains some of the bones of Saint Bernadette.

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The uppermost basilica is the Immaculate Conception:

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There is a fourth, underground basilica that was built in the 1950s, but it was closed. It is the least popular, and is said to resemble a parking garage.

At 9 every evening, the pilgrims process with lit candles from the Grotto to the far gate and back, chanting the Rosary and singing Ave Maria:

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We stopped for water one more time:

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The emphasis at Lourdes is on healing, with a hospital on the grounds to care for pilgrims who arrive sick or disabled, and wheelchairs everywhere. The basilicas’ walls are covered with marble plaques purchased by those who were healed or offering thanks for a healing. A powerful day.

Barcelona to Lourdes

10/21 – now we leave Sunny Spain and continue our trek east. As we contemplated our next destination, there was no question that we had to visit Lourdes. After walking the Camiño and visiting Fatima, Lourdes completes our pilgrimage trifecta.

This is the first time I’ve ever been to France, and neither of us speak the language, so we may be in for a challenging week, as we’ve heard from other travelers that the French are not very welcoming to those who can’t converse in their tongue.

We travelled on three trains today; a first-class high-speed from Barcelona to Narbonne, another from Narbonne to Toulouse Matabiau, then a second-class local from Toulouse to Lourdes that stopped every 15 minutes or so. We reached our destination by 17:30. Our first aha was that in French train stations you must pay .50 to pee, and the WCs on the train have no running water to wash your hands (savon – oui, eau – non!)

Here are some pics of The French countryside from out our train window (including some window reflections):

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When we got to the Lourdes station, we attempted to reserve the next leg of our journey. Our second aha for the day was that, although there are seats available on Friday’s train, there are no seats for EuRail pass-holders. We were warned that this would be a problem in France, and indeed it is. So, we ended up having to pay full price for our tickets, and will have to travel second class.

The third and best aha was that Jim booked us a killer suite here in Lourdes, with a full kitchen including a fridge, stove and a dishwasher! Unheard of! I think there may be a home-cooked meal in our future – magnifique!

Another Day in Barcelona – Gaudi and Park Güell


10/20 – today we dedicated ourselves to seeing Park Güell, designed by Antoni Gaudi at the turn of the last century. Gaudi’s unique architectural style looks like a cross between Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, and a soft-serve ice cream cone (my architect brother-in-law Paul would probably cringe at that description). He designed with curves instead of lines and edges, and wanted buildings to look like they grew in place.

We navigated the Metro and a city bus to get to the outskirts of the city. After standing in line for 45 minutes to purchase tickets, we were the proud holders of passes that would let us enter the Monument Area in an additional 90 minutes. We used the time to stroll the paths and wooded area, where musicians played for spare change and vendors hawked trinkets and bottles of cold water:

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We had a nice view of the city and could make out the Mediterranean Ocean in the distance:image

The park was originally supposed to be a real estate project to provide country estates to Barcelona’s well-to-do, but the project failed, as it was too far from the city (in 1900).

At exactly 14:30, we were permitted to enter the Monument Area, along with 398 of our closest friends. The park allows 400 people in each half hour, to prevent excessive wear on the monuments. The porter’s lodge, located at the entrance, looks like a gingerbread house, with fanciful window casings and curved ceilings inside: image

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Right across from the entrance is an ornate flight of steps: image

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The steps lead to the hypostyle room, which is 86 columns topped by a multi-domed ceiling, originally meant to serve as an open-air market: image

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I appreciated the opportunity to see Gaudi’s work up close, and we identified several more of his buildings in the city on the bus ride home. Fanciful, fun frippery!
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It is inexhaustible

From Jim…

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We took the morning bus from Finesterre to Santiago and got a room close to the train station. I hung up our clothes and looked at the rain from our window.

The next day, we took the train to Barcelona. We went to the cathedral and saw the 13 geese who live within the cathedral walls. I heard that no one knows how the geese arrived and that it was miraculous that there were 13 of them. This may be incorrect. We overheard a tour guide say that there were originally 13 doves but the doves flew away.The number 13 corresponds with the age at martyrdom of the patron Saint Eulalia. The Romans put her in a knife studded barrel and rolled her down the street. Apparently this was one of 13 tortures that she experienced for refusing to reject Christianity in the year 303.We went into the cathedral, moving…

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Sunday in Barcelona

10/19 – a beautiful Sunday, and we’re back in summer, with warm, balmy breezes and temperature in the 80s. Here in Barcelona, the people speak Catalan, so it’s Buen Dia, instead of Buenes Dias.

After a coffee and pastry breakfast (we have to find less caloric food now that we’re not hiking every day, but around here, breakfast means pastry), we walked to the gorgeous Cathedral of the Cross and Santa Eulalia, and participated the high, sung mass. The priests and the choir had such beautiful voices that I was left speechless and (of course) teary. Even the sermon, of which I did not understand a word, was a joy to listen to.

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The Cathedral is home to a flock of 13 white geese that have their own pond within the church walls. It is said that the number of geese reflects the age at which Santa Eulalia, patron saint of Barcelona, was martyred.

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There were also many demonstrators speaking out for the independence of Catalan.

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All day, we encountered demonstrators, young and old, wearing red or yellow shirts and buildings draped in Catalan flags. They would like to secede from Spain and form their own country.image

This city is all about the famous organic architect, Antoni Gaudi. After a delicious tapas lunch, we walked to la Sagrada Familia, Gaudi’s most famous work in progress. This cathedral, started in the 1880s, isn’t due to be completed for many years. The outside is covered in scaffolding, and there was a long line of folks waiting to buy tickets to see the interior. I balked at the $25. entrance fee, so here are our pix of the outside, and some internet pix of the inside.


After looking at these pix, we probably should have coughed up the $50., but oh well. There’s another Gaudi site on our list of things to do tomorrow!

Santiago to Barcelona

10/17 – we took the bus back to Santiago, bidding farewell to grey and rainy Finesterre. We are no longer pilgrims, now we are just backpackers.

With our (slightly wrinkled) EuRail Pass in hand, we went right to the train station in Santiago to book our first train ride. The Pass allows us 10 travel days anywhere in Europe within the next two months. We only have 30 days left in the European Union (you can only remain in the Euro Zone for 90 days), so will see several places within the next month, then use the rest of the travel days to get through Eastern Europe and into Turkey. It’s a tentative plan, subject to change.

So, our first travel day will take us from Santiago in the northwestern corner of Spain, to Barcelona in the southeast. We can’t just show up at a train station, we must prebook our seats and pay a reservation fee for each ticket. Very complicated!

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Our sleek and modern train left at 9am for Madrid, and then we take a second train to Barcelona. There is a snack car, and a refreshment cart offering coffee and pastry. An American movie is showing, but it is both dubbed into Spanish and has Spanish subtitles. Even so, I still cried at the end of Saving Mr Banks. I managed to take a few pics out the window, verifying once again that the rain in Spain stays mainly in Galicia.

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At 14:50 we arrived in Madrid, and had an hour to get to our connecting train, which leaves from another station 5 miles away. We negotiated the Metro between the two stations, and arrived with time to spare. The train to Barcelona was a high speed train, and got us there in under three hours.image

Our pension was a mile and a half from the train station, and we considered taking a cab, but once we left the train station we could see that this was a walking city. The streets are well lit, and everyone was out strolling, eating in sidewalk cafes, riding bikes and kids riding scooters or on roller skates. image

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What a groovy city! Tomorrow we will explore!

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Finesterre parte dos

10/15 – today we walked the several miles from the town of Finesterre to the Faro (lighthouse) on the cliff. This is the End of the Earth.

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Here we found a pilgrim statue:

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Some pilgrims build fires on the rocks to ceremoniously burn their boots, socks, or other articles of clothing used on the Camiño. Many more leave a rock as a token that they made it all the way to the end.

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The wind at the edge of the cliff is so strong that it could either hold you up or blow you over.

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Here is the last pilgrim cross:

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…and the last distance marker:

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Congratulations to all who have completed their Camiño!

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Finesterre also has a twelfth century church:

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And a castle, destroyed repeatedly in battles defending the coast:

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The rain let up at dusk to give us some more beautiful skies:

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Here’s a story: We stayed in Finesterre an extra day, as we had ordered our EuRail Pass online, and had to wait for it to be delivered from Ireland. We told the lady at our pension that we were expecting a package that had to be signed for. When we next checked the tracking info, we were surprised and delighted to see that it had been delivered a day earlier than expected, and had been signed for just one hour ago! We went downstairs to ask for our package, but the lady said she didn’t have one. We showed her the name of the person who signed for the package, and she agreed that that was her husband’s name, but she had no package. Then, you could see reality dawning on her face as the color drained from it. Madre de Dios! She rushed into the kitchen and rooted through the trash can, pulling out our beloved EuRail Pass, opened and crumpled into a ball. When her husband handed her the stack of mail, she opened the envelope, thought it was junk advertising, and tossed it! If Jim hadn’t checked the tracking info a day early, we would have been out of luck (and out a ridiculously large sum of money). Don’t you love a story with a happy ending?

Travel without leaving home

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In Valenca, there is a huge fortress, Fortaleza, which guards the Rio Minho. It has been a major military structure from early times but the main design took shape in the17th century.  It’s cannons are aimed at Spain. We descend on the north face and approach the international bridge that leads to Spain.

We cross the bridge.

We enter Spain.

Lao tsu talks about travel without leaving home. He refers to meditation and the fantasies that emerge when you cross from the outer to the inner realm. You can see images in the mind. The mind is a traveler but, from ancient times, people have found that the Inner Path involves stillness rather than movement. The true inner path is toward stillness.

We walk past a row of crosses. The mind is restless. It goes in all different directions but it has a fixed physiological structure. We note the way sign…

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