Yesterday I went to the officina del peregrinos to get my compostela (certificate of completion of the camino granted when you produce your credentiale stamped each day proving you walked). All along the way I heard rumours that there were a thousand people a day arriving from the Camino Frances and that the wait to get the Compostela was many hours. Not exactly. There were about 10 peregrinos in line and the wait was 10 minutes. Providentially this gave me plenty of time to go to the Cathedral for 6 pm mass and find a priest with enough English to hear my confession. All conditions satisfied to receive the plenary indulgence for my sins granted by the church in this Holy Year to pilgrims.
After I had dinner at the Bodeguilla de San Roque, Laurie´s favorite place, and it was great. The smoked salmon on scrambled eggs and toast was a fantastic opener and the warm pork shoulder smothered in Galician cheese was to live for.
Today I went to the noon pilgrims´ mass early so that I could pray for everyone at home and those who asked me along the way and for those who are no longer with us on earth. The mass was as powerful as ever and the Cathedral was standing room only with many peregrinos in tears.
The gospel was from Saint Luke and carried a message which my aboriginal friends taught me not so long ago. “Jesus said, ´What is the kingdom of God like? And to what should I compare it? It is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in a garden; it grew and became a tree, and the birds of the air made nests in its branches´”. We all have our places in the kingdom of God.
Abiding in joy but a tad restless to see my Jane, Megan and Katie.