A pic Kelly took and I can’t remember where it was but a church yard. I stared at these artifacts for a long time. Together, a baptismal vessel and a sarcophagus, bot
h chiseled out of stone. The real thing. Nice little tableau of life, well the beginning and end anyway. And what about the in-between? After we acknowledge God, love Him and your neighbor, is it possible to have too much fun? Really? Well, let’s just say that we on our section of the Camino tried our best!
(I just want to say that the sarcophagus though plain and looking oh so final had a loving feature that I observed. You can’t really see it because of the angle of the sun but the area where the head goes is raised in a little pillow so the occupant will be comfortable resting there. Sweet don’t you think? )
There are points where a casual observer would think that we were having too much fun. How about a few things that I could come up in a minute: the sunflowers, the swallows, the Eagles, the roses. The picnics. The free wine fountain, the tapas, the wine with every meal. (The waiter would bring you wine almost automatically but you had to ask for water.). This lead to the evening when we were actually louder than the Italians. The nuns smiling, the priests blessing you continually, the s
ky blue and the wheat golden. Excellent company to pass the kilometers. We did laugh a lot when we weren’t crying. Sunrises, sunsets, clouds to shade us.
OK, I am having way too much fun writing this. And I am sitting in the comfy chair at Swedish Hospital getting my chemo treatment. Love you all immensely, Felipe.