Camino, Walk, Day 1 Tuesday October 11 - Leaving for Finisterre-Muxia
Not a wink of sleep until well after 5 am. Overslept & woken @ 8 am by Judi, thank goodness! The church service was all in Spanish so a bit losst on me there, but nothing was lost on anyone when the incense were lit, a single Priest swung it while 4-5 Priests masterfully managed its rise and swing side to side/back & forth over the people and high into the ceiling. I'll never forget it. It was a spectacle yet holy at the same time. The smoke wafting upwards with the prayers of the people. The power of the magnificient massive silver ___________ swinging wasl also joyful, freeing, playful - what child of any age doesn't want to swing? What an intersting ritual for the otherwise serious, deathly, church tradition filled with bribed loyalty, purchased forgiveness & fearful "unconditional love". After a brunch Judi & Jesse, Meg and I headed out - at VERY different paces...the former taking a firm lead! MY CAMI...