So, I walked into Santiago 2 days ago, stared out to the end of the earth in Finisterre yesterday and today hoped to watch them (in the cathedral) swing the flaming incense in the botafumeiro at mass.
Weirdly, all of this is what I need to close out my Camino... complete. Nope, not even catholic! And since I don't understand much Spanish, I don't get much of the sermon either. But I get the gist of it... I know when pilgrims are being welcomed, recognised and blessed. And you don't need to be catholic or Spanish to feel the overwhelming intensity of 5 guys hoisting the botafumeiro into the air and sending it flying over our heads. I viewed the fire inside and inhaled the sweet mild incense smell.
Ahhhh.... that, my friends, was the smell of the end of this journey. And the beginning of another journey, as a wise friend reminded me.
Weirdly, all of this is what I need to close out my Camino... complete. Nope, not even catholic! And since I don't understand much Spanish, I don't get much of the sermon either. But I get the gist of it... I know when pilgrims are being welcomed, recognised and blessed. And you don't need to be catholic or Spanish to feel the overwhelming intensity of 5 guys hoisting the botafumeiro into the air and sending it flying over our heads. I viewed the fire inside and inhaled the sweet mild incense smell.
Ahhhh.... that, my friends, was the smell of the end of this journey. And the beginning of another journey, as a wise friend reminded me.
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