The unique roof line of the Immaculate Conception church where I stopped for morning prayers.
The impressive interior of the church. Note the 12 apostles prominently displayed on the altar wall. The question is…which is St. James?
When I left the urban city center of Vigo and slowly made my way out of the city and on my way to Redondela, I had perhaps 75% of my short 10 mile walk today alongside different areas (and views) of the Vigo estuary. The views were stunning, and I’ve come to expect as much along the coastlines of Portugal and Spain. So today many of my photos are of those views. They may seem redundant, but can beauty ever really be considered redundant? Not to my eye Lord, and I thank You for that.
On the last 1/3 of my walk I had the pleasure of meeting another solo pilgrim…Neil from Kent, England. Neil and I had stayed at the same hotel in Vigo, but only caught a glimpse of each other at breakfast. During our chat I came to find out he was a retired doctor that spent the previous 15 years of his career working as a physician on the North Island of New Zealand. He had some fascinating stories to share about the Mauri native islanders and how they’ve come to blame many of their health and social-economic problems on the ‘white man’. Like any story, there’s probably partial truth to this. He and I are of similar age, both have 3 adult children, but he has grandchildren already. He enjoys walking and frequents the public links nearby his town for socialization. What was most impressive about Neil though (at least to me), is that he does volunteer medical work in remote parts of the world as a way of giving back. He’s traveled to Uganda (where AIDS is an epidemic) and South Africa, diagnosing maladies with insufficient tools and staff. We discussed religion a bit, and after sharing he was a member of the Anglican Church and me the Catholic Church, we agreed that God doesn’t take denomination qualifiers as an entry to Heaven. After all, we all worship the same God, yes? Thank you Lord for the gift of Neil’s company. May I have the good fortune of walking with him again.
Today is May 1, my 9th consecutive day of walking. I am thankful it was a short walk and the weather was perfect. I took advantage of both and moved at a leisurly pace (where was this JT on that 2014 French Way Camino my Catherine might ask!). Neil and I both had the same diagnosis…inflamed and sore feet from all the hard surface walking over the preceding week…especially the cobblestone streets. Thank you Lord for mostly crushed coquina shell paths today. Our feet are rejoicing!
Tomorrow I am scheduled for 20 km as I make my way to Pontevedra. I wonder what my day will present to me, but I trust that God will deliver…again. Peace always family & friends.
As beautiful to look at as it was pleasing to hear.