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Los Arcos to Torres del Río, 8k

When I set up my itinerary I wanted to be sure to have plenty of time to see several churches: Eunate, Los Arcos, and Santo Sepulcro in Torres del Rio.

Back in 2013, I walked through Torres del Rio in a hurry and had popped my head into this mysterious church. Like Eunate, its purpose was unknown; it wasn’t a parish church, and had ties to the Knights Templar,

This time I wanted more time to soak in its aura. Which led to the decision to stay over in Torres del Rio even if it was just 8k from Los Arcos.

Santo Sepulcro in Los Arcos

I made a reservation at Hostal San Andres on Booking.com, but I kept going back and forth whether to change my plans since it meant I’d burn a day and would need to jump ahead by a bus or taxi later on to get to Burgos on May 28.

I ended up keeping the reservation and not rearranging everything. I walked leisurely out of Los Arcos. I got to Sansol in about two hours. Torres del Rio is downhill right next to Sansol; somehow they’ve remained two villages.

Hostal San Andres was a hotel and albergue combined, and had a restaurant/bar. It even had a pool, but it was under maintenance. I my snarkier moments, I thought of these places as part of the “Pilgrim Industrial Complex.” It was a thriving business on the Camino. I hung out on the patio blogging until it was time to check-in. The church wasn’t open until four so I had a lot of time.

I talked to two women from SoCal and Idaho, who were walking when they wanted and taxiing otherwise. There now seem to be more pilgrims like them, and me, who have walked before and have a different focus than getting to Santiago.

Once I’d checked into my room, I walked around the town, which had several albergues. One was right across from the Santo Sepulcro and had a Knights Templar theme. In fact, they had some official connection to them, or so they said on a plaque out front.

Albergue in Torres del Río with Franciscan Tau, Goose foot, and Knights Templar cross
over the door

I felt I’d entered a time warp walking into their courtyard. Pink Floyd’s “Dark Side of the Moon” was blaring from the speakers. It took me back to high school.

It worth noting that Pata de Oca means goose foot, so this albergue was named for the sign of the goose foot in the Game of the Goose legend.

At 4:15 I arrived at the door of the Suplico but no one had unlocked it yet. I chatted with a nice woman about my age from Berlin who was also interested in the site. She had never traveled alone and was really enjoying the freedom, and the art along the Camino. Finally, she called the phone number on the door and got ahold of the person with the key. She was on her way.

I’d seen this lady earlier sitting on the patio drinking coffee with her friends. She probably grew up in the village and this ancient site had been a part of her world for as long as she could remember. She collected a euro from each of us and opened the door.

It was cool inside and silent.

It was as I remembered it, serene and elegant in its simplicity. The 13th century crucifix seemed to float above the altar.

The ceiling had ribs that converged to make an eight-pointed star, like at Eunate. There was just a handful of carved figures that were a bit enigmatic.

Also like Eunate, light came in through small alabaster windows, and the light was was pure and cool. A bench ran around the perimeter of the octagonal space. I sat for a long time taking it all in. The German woman sat there, too.

At 5:00 the local lady said there was mass being celebrated at the parish church at the top of the hill. We both headed up the hill and got there just in time for mass to begin. It seemed like the best kind of progression after soaking in the tranquil spirituality of the Sepulcro.

Mari, the German woman took communion, and I did not. It feels like the right thing to do this time around, though I did take communion on my prior Caminos.

After doing the usual shower and reshuffling of my belongings, it was almost time for the pilgrims dinner at the hotel/albergue. It was quite organized, everyone had an ticket. Pilgrims were hungry at 6;00 and dinner was at 7:00. There was a lot of milling about and grumbling, especially when they announced dinner would now be at 7:25.

I sat with a Swedish woman and we had a great conversation. She also had three children though they were a lot younger. It was her first Camino and she was going all the way to Santiago. She was impressed with the efficiency of the waiters, and how they cleared the plates when each person was done. In Sweden everyone waits for the last person to finish before clearing the table. We talked a little about American politics and I explained (at her request) about the three branches of government, and what checks and balances were and how they weren’t checking and balancing right now.

Dinner was good, salad and salmon, with red wine, plus dessert.

She introduced me to a woman from Santa Barbara who, like me, had also gone to UCSB , but four years later. Small world.

It was one of those communal pilgrim gatherings I’ve delays enjoyed. This time I was out of synch with people and hadn’t walked with them for the last week. They had become a kind of fellowship from starting at St. Jean at the same time. But that was ok.

Even though I’d only walked 8k, I was tired and was glad to go up to my little modern room to read, and rearrange things one more time.

I guess I was so tired that I forgot to register and pay for the transfer of my bag the next day online, but I didn’t notice that until the morning.

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Church in Los Arcos

Finally, Siesta was over and the heavy church doors opened. I walked into the dark space and smiled.

Breathtaking. As stunning as I remembered it. I’ve been to so many churches in Spain, and elsewhere—and the Romanesque to Gothic are my favorites—but this Baroque church holds a special place in my heart. I stood in the back for a few minutes and took it all in.

Iglesia de Santa Maria in los Arcos

Why is it so impressive?

There’s the dome with the spirals that look like labyrinths swirling high above.

Guidebook author, Beene Bahrami, says these swirls “aren’t simply decorative; they also express the dynamic energy that locals feel in this place.” I concur, there’s some sort of positive flow going on there.

Virgen del Los Arcos

Now that I know more about the Black Madonnas, it was exciting to see this one again. I don’t think I really noticed her 12 years ago; she was one of the many figures on the retablo. Having seen the Virgens in Pamplona, and Estella, I could put this one in context.

The organ!

Organ at Santa Maria de Los Arcos
Notice faces on the organ pipes and the hands on the music stands
View from the choir
Stairs to the choir
Lion guarding the stairs

When I came downstairs from the choir and started circulating around the church with my head cocked back, a local lady came up to me and began an impromptu history tour in Spanish! Instead of saying “lo siento, no comprendo,” I listened as hard as I could, and asked some questions in Spanish, which she answered, and kept going in rapid fire Spanish. I wondered if I was downloading Spanish comprehension somehow, because I could understand quite a bit of what she said.

She was as much a lover of the church as so was and I totally enjoyed the tour. At the end, I asked if I could take her photo and she agreed.

The docent who gave me the full tour
Virgen del Los Arcos

“Hay gótico,” she said with emphasis. She is gothic from the 14th century, and is fine wood, with almond eyes. She was cleaned years ago so no longer has the Black Madonna look.

“Like the Virgen in Monserrat?” I asked? “No, she is Moreno,” At least that’s what I can remember her saying and could translate.

After feasting my eyes and sitting in the space awhile longer, it was time to find some dinner on the square. It was worth the whole trip to Spain to see the church in Los Arcos again.

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To Los Arcos, 12.2k

Morning light

I packed up everything in my cozy attic room in Oasis Trails and went downstairs to partake of the bag breakfast (it’s a thing here in albergues because people leave early in the morning). It had an orange, a fresh little baguette, muffin, a granola type bar. Not much I really wanted to eat. The best thing was Nescafé instant coffee, which is surprisingly good sometimes. Especially when there’s no alternative.

There were a couple of others in the small low-ceilinged downstairs room. Carol, a Brit who runs Camino Confidence, a Camino guide service for women,was getting ready too. Turns out that knows Nancy Reynolds. One of her clients had an injury so she was going to walk slowly to the bus stop with her a kilometer or so away. Soon they took off.

The guy I’d talked to yesterday ducked through the room since he’s very tall. “Hey San Francisco!“ I waved, “Buen Camino,” and let him get ahead of me.

Leaving Oasis Trails

The walk started out with a lot of ups and downs, and paralleled the motorway. Up in the distance I could see Carol walking slowly with her client then peeling off the Camino to the village across the valley where the bus stopped.

A runner came up beside me and stopped. She was one of the Oasis Trails staff from last night. We chatted and I thanked her for the prayerful time after dinner. She said, “I saw you just now and thought I need to tell her that God loves her, and is with her always by the Way.” I thanked her and she ran off ahead. How cool to have the Camino as your local running route. I appreciated her comment, too. It was authentic and from the heart.

A couple passed me while I ate my orange by the side of the path, and stopped to chat. They were dentists from Fullerton. She had the identical pack that I carried on my other Caminos in my favorite raspberry color. Mine disintegrated in the closet, the straps just broke off. Osprey couldn’t fix it and I was so disappointed. They sent me a new one in black. Maybe more classic but I miss the raspberry. I wondered why hers, which was the same age, hadn’t fallen apart. That isn’t very interesting to anyone else I’m sure!

Fellow peregrina with same raspberry colored Osprey pack as my old one

They walked on and I followed, eventually seeing them again at a food truck set up under a grove of trees.

Food truck doing good business in an idyllic spot

That was a lovely spot. I’ve been sketching intermittently, and this was one of the places I took out my watercolor sketchbook and pen to play around. I’m new to sketching and I’m giving myself permission to just have fun with it. Later on I’ve been adding watercolor to the sketches. I like how it makes me be in the moment.

Staffing the food truck was a young woman I also recognized from Oasis Trails the night before. She recognized me too, and that was fun. There was a small Dutch evangelical ex-pat community connected to the Albergue, and they’re renovating a building in another village into a new albergue.

After the food truck, the path entered a mesmerizing, scenic phase. It was basically flat, too. Saturated green wheat, red, red poppies, a sprinkling of other wildflowers, and the Camino cut a yellow path through the glory.

Off to the right (North, I think) was a line of rugged peaks. The view kept changing as I walked, and new serrated ridges came into view. Are those the Picos de Europa? Not sure. I hope we can drive in that direction when Hale arrives and explore.

Those peaks! Those flowers!

Those olive trees!

And the edges of Los Arcos came into view.

City limits of Los Arcos
A cacophony of roosters greeted me!

On the way into town there were plaques that explained more about the costs of arms in the houses along the way.

Zenzano coats of arms

There were lots of these along the Camino route into town.

Santa Maria in Los Arcos

Then there was Iglesia de Santa Maria and that triangular square I remembered. Notice the fencing on the left. They were setting up for their running of the bulls event in June.

I walked into the square and saw several people I recognized, including the Fullerton dentist with the raspberry pack and her husband, and we all greeted each other. I went to check in at my Pension. They had all moved on when I returned, but the square was filling up with the next crop of pilgrims.

I did the usual shower, rest, and shuffle my belongings around before the main event for me in Los Arcos: visiting the Iglesia de Santa Maria that evening.

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Roads not taken, revisited: Eunate, 9.2k to Obanos

I fell in love with the Francés the first time I walked it twelve years ago. And I was walking fast, trying to keep up with the traditional stages, walking 20k+ a day. I remember thinking, “Wait, I want to see that!” But either I was moving too fast or I was just too tired to walk a couple extra kilometers off the Camino to see some of the places just off the Camino.

The ancient church of Santa Maria de Eunate was one of those places. I distinctly remember standing on the trail with my new Camino friend Monika at the crossroads for the road to Eunate, and her telling me I should take the detour. But I was way too tired to do an extra 3.5 K and back.

When I started planning this Pamplona to Burgos Camino, I wanted the freedom to take those roads I didn’t take before. I wanted to say yes to the detours. And I wanted to make sure to see Eunate.

On Sunday I had my chance to say yes. I left the cute albergue in Uterga at 8:00 and walked out of town with two young guys from Hong Kong then said goodbye to them where the detour to Eunate branched off.

It felt funny to leave the well-marked Camino, but I soon found that the road to Eunate was well-marked, too.

It was a quiet walk through open fields, some of which were recently harvested white asparagus, which is more popular in Europe than the green kind.

For a few moments I caught a glimpse of the church way out there.

The church of Santa Maria de Eunate is unique in a number of ways. One, it’s all by itself out in the countryside, which is unusual for a medieval church. No one really knows why it was built. It could’ve been a burial chapel, and there’s good reason to think it was built by the Knights Templar, who were very involved on the Camino. Its octagonal shape is similar to the lines of the church in Torres del Rio and the Church of the Holy Sepulcher in Jerusalem which were both built by the Knights Temples lar.

Eunate also has a separate unattached arcade surrounding it. That’s totally unique.

The word Eunate mean 100 doors in the Basque language. Scholars think that there’s sacred geometry involved at Eunate. There are 33 openings in the arcade. Jesus lived 33 years which is considered a sacred number. If you go around the arcade three times, you get 99, plus the front door equals 100.

I walked up to it at 9:30, just before it opened. An American woman I’d met the night before at the albergue in Uterga was already there, and it was fun to have someone who spoke English there to talk about it.

Once the gate was open, I slowly took my time walking around the outside of the church.

It was built in the twelfth century, so it’s ancient, and like many churches along the Camino from that era, Romanesque in style.

The stone is quite worn, and has an interesting texture.

Stone on outside wall of Eunate

Looking up, there are carvings of heads around the edge. Some have noted that the faces, though worn, have features that could be Moorish.

There were so many churches being built at that time along the Camino, that groups of artisans, artists and builders came from France and other parts of Europe and worked as teams on church after church. Historians think this could be one of the churches built by these international builders.

There are some fanciful carvings, too. On a corner capitol there’s a man with a spiraling beard.

A man with a spiraling beard

The capitols on one half of the arcade also have unusual carvings. What are those creatures that look like lions?

The arcade is quite beautiful the way it encircles the church. It does remind me of the circular movement of the labyrinth.

The interior is very simple. The windows are alabaster not stained glass. And there are alabaster skylights.

Now I wish I’d taken more photos inside.

At the center of the church sits the Virgen de Eunate. She is actually a copy because the original disappeared in the 1970’s. I’m intrigued by that because medieval Spanish Virgens had a habit of moving around on their own volition. And sometimes they were discovered in caves or trees.

The Virgen from the opposite angle

I sat in silence in the church taking in the shape of the space and the focus on the beautiful Virgen. She holds a sheaf of wheat as well as the Christ child, both symbols of abundance, it seems to me.

There is a quiet energy to the space, a barely perceptible feeling that I enjoyed. I love how the apse has columns and an arcade that echoes the one outside. The church feels centered and almost modern the way its unadorned by gold retablos and random saints or the more usual impression of stained glass. The alabaster windows let in a quiet shaded light. The place feels grounded in the earth; it has been there for 800 years!

I was hoping there’d be a mass there on Sunday, but it’s only celebrated on special occasions. There’s an association of friends of Eunate that support it, and weddings are held there.

While I was visiting a group of people arrived with folding tables, food and wine, and set up a private party in the old albergue next door. They weren’t very interested in answering my inquiries. That’s ok, sometimes in Spain I realize that I am very much a guest from another culture.

When it was time to walk on to Obanos, I had some questions about the way back. Someone told me, oh no, don’t take that trail. Finally, I consulted Apple Maps and started down the trail anyways. It led through a field of wildflowers.

When I got to a T, I had to choose left or right on a wider trail that went into the bright green wheat fields. Just then, a Mom and her teenage son walked by and pointed me in the right direction towards Obanos. They said “Buen Camino” and walked on talking animatedly together. They reminded me a bit of the Virgen and her son at Eunate.

Local Mother and son on the path to Camino
and Obanos

I’m so glad I took the road not taken, and said yes to Eunate.

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To Sahagun

When I left Albergue Jacque de Molay I had one of those first thing in the morning thrills of freedom. The day was wide open, and exciting. I love that feeling! Zing! My legs felt strong, and everything I had was on my back. (Well almost everything. My daypack  in the vestibule waiting for Jacotrans.) I wonder why I don’t feel it more often. It must be all the endorfins. 

The Camino followed the Autovia for most of the day. I enjoyed the huge directional sign that pretty much described my Camino 3.0: Burgos to Leon!

We also passed out of Palencia and into Leon. The way marker looked like it predates the Autovia.

I love the layers of ancient and modern along the Way.

A little farher on, I ran into Tami again. She had ended up at the other Albergue in town for the night. (There are less than 100 people in the village. The Albergues are the only businesses.)

It was good to see her, and we walked all the way to Sahagun together. We’d only met a few days ago, but it felt like I’d known her a long time. She and I were comfortable saying hello and good-bye, and wordlessly knew when to give each other space. We both wanted to experience the Camino solo, but enjoyed each others’ company. She had walked the whole Camino multiple times. The rigor and beauty of the Camino challenged her and gave her peace, as it did for me.

Her more evangelical vocabulary of faith was different than mine, and yet we talked about God and I enjoyed her perspective. She talked about “knowing Christ,” and it made me think, “do I know Christ? I strive to follow him, and worship him, but do I know him?” Thought-provoking.

The last few kilometers to Sahagun were tedious. The Camino wound through a lot of indescript and abandoned houses with “se vende” signs. Just as I was going into “grind it out” mode we came upon a spot that had a strong spiritual energy.

It was a like a place out of time: a little Roman bridge that crossed a fast-running river. The weeping willows were leafing out and there was an ancient (locked) chapel on the other side. We stopped and took pictures.

There’s that saying that pets cross over “the rainbow bridge” when they die. I wonder if I’ll cross over one of the many beautiful bridges on the Camino when it’s my turn.

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“Thin Places” on the Camino; a Reflection on Halloween, All Saints & All Souls

Grave along the Camino Grave along the Camino

I love the convergence of Halloween, All Saints and All Souls this time of year, as summer moves into fall, and the days grow shorter.

Walking alone through ancient forests in Galicia Walking alone through ancient forests in Galicia.

The Celtic tradition considers this sequence of days a “thin place” where the veil between our everyday world and the world of the divine becomes more permeable.

When I returned to the Camino in October of 2013, I found that much of my journey was a series of thin places. Over and over, I was touched by the beauty of nature, history, art, and fellow pilgrims.  And I had several mysterious encounters that brought me close to loved ones who had died.

Once when I was hanging out at the the Albergue in Astorga, I saw a Scandinavian man about my age check into the albergue.

He seemed familiar, but I knew I hadn’t met him before.  Then it dawned on me that he looked just like my Swedish cousin who had died in his thirties, many years ago.  If he had lived into his 50’s he would look a lot like my fellow pilgrim at the Albergue contemplating chess moves by himself at the large chessboard in the common room. It was as if a door opened in my heart that I had shut a long time ago. I realized that I had not thought of my him for many years.  Seeing his “double,” made me remember him with fondness, and say a prayer for him.

Another day I noticed that the pilgrim walking with me reminded me of someone but I couldn’t quite put my finger on who it was.  We were having so much fun walking and talking that I forgot about the hunch for the rest of the day.  She was funny, forthright, and down to earth. She made me laugh at myself in a “cut the bullshit” kind of way. Later on, I made the connection.  She reminded me of my in-law who was about my age when she passed away from a swift-moving cancer.

She and I had never made enough time to see each other.  I had regrets about that now.  But somehow spending the day with my new Camino friend was like having some of that unstructured time I’d missed with her. It was a healing experience.

In 1996 my brother, my only sibling, died at 35 under sad circumstances.  By the time he died, we had not seen each other for a long time, and I had many regrets about our estrangement.  Could I have been a better sister? Could we have helped him find his way through addiction and mental illness?

Tom Petty lyrics on the outskirts of Santiago Tom Petty lyrics on the outskirts of Santiago

Along the second half of the Camino someone had written Tom Petty lyrics on the backs of traffic signs and mileage markers.  Every time I came upon one of these signs I laughed because it was so random:  Tom Petty on Spanish traffic signs! Then I remembered that my brother had been a big Tom Petty fan, and he would have laughed with me.

Seeing those Tom Petty lyrics gave me an unexpected positive memory of my brother as an adult.  We didn’t have many of them, and, I realized that some of that had been my fault.  I remembered him in a negative way.

As I  walked alone and laughed about the randomness of the Tom Petty lyrics, I felt a sense of comfort surround my troubled relationship with my brother.  We had a laugh together that seemed to heal a long held grudge against him that was so tough to live with.  I had wanted to let go of it, but I didn’t know how to.

This was one of the grace-filled moments of the Camino.  I felt like my brother was reaching out to me through those silly signs, making me laugh, and that he wanted me to know that he had forgiven me. It makes me cry to think about it again.

These experiences of “thin places” along the Camino were full of tears, and it felt good to cry.  I cried as I walked, and cried some more, and as the tears flowed, I felt lighter and freer. I sometimes wondered why I was crying: Perhaps I had not really grieved for these dear people in my life? I think that was part of it.  Our culture doesn’t honor grief; we just soldier on.

It’s funny, but The Camino requires soldiering on, too.  It’s hard to walk that far everyday and one of the mysteries of walking day after day is that hard physical work allowed some hard emotional and spiritual work to happen at the same time. Maybe my sedentary life had locked in those emotions?  The body must hold difficult memories and emotions.  I do believe that now.

The unexpected tears were also tears of joy and awe. I remembered each of these beautiful people as I walked the meditative rhythm of the Camino.  I felt tears of thankfulness and joy and felt the grace of forgiveness and God’s love surrounding us in beauty and mystery.

All along the Camino I saw my loved one’s reflection in my fellow pilgrims, and our common humanity.  I understood in an almost visceral way that, just beyond this “thin place,”our loved ones are alive in the Lord, and that we are all members of the “Communion of Saints.”

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