It’s been a while since I posted a blog and I have no idea where the time has gone. School was changed to afternoons for two weeks and it has thrown my routine out badly. I’m used to the delight of afternoon siesta now. It has not been possible because of school and it is most inconvenient!
I need to go back to where I left off- in Padrón, home of the famous Padrón peppers, the poet Rosalia De Castro, the largest open air market in Galicia and its connections to St James and the Camino De Santiago. Our albergue was pretty nice too! I love the bunks that have privacy curtains
Sunday’s in Padron are market days. The town is smothered under a blanket of flowers, vegetables, clothes and plants. The air is thick with the scent of roses, hot churros and other culinary delights. There is texture with so many cheeses, hams and sausages, Colour with the flowers, and character with the local women dressed in their pinafores and gumboots. The place is alive!
We found our way to a small bar in the quiet part of town. Not a spare inch of the counter, walls or ceiling was free from pilgrim memorabilia. The bar owner, looking remarkably like my uncle, swallowed me in a huge bear hug that was filled with compassion and love. He genuinely cares for pilgrims and it shows.
moving on to the church of Santiago near the river, Monica took a few moments to reflect. It is beautiful in there and had a terrific atmosphere.
I apologise to my catholic friends, but apart from being quite disturbed by the gruesome replica in the glass box looking remarkably like Gonzalo, I find it equally disturbing to look at the violent and gruesome statues in these churches. It’s all about death….and what is with the arrows in the poor little cherub (or whatever he is). It’s bad enough that he is wearing such terrible underpants. I’m sure his mum wouldn’t have let him out if the house in the morning wearing those !