The dreaded Meseta…which I was expecting to be more like what my son calls the endless hopeless prairies of Saskatchewan (sorry, Neil)
Ken thought this was the most beautiful church he had seen in Spain. Simple, humble and human scale. For me, this is where the Camino transcends into something spiritual. First, the street name was Calle Santa Marina, which was my mother’s s name (a variant of Maria). No matter how hard I tried, my camera would not focus – very strange. Then a few meters up, we come to this church of Santa Marina. There were recorded chants and I went into the church. As soon as I sat down, Ave Maria began to play. That song always does me in. Then two nuns stamped our credencials and gave us a blessing for our families and a buen camino and a Mary medallion. As we left, the song ended and the chants began again. The whole experience made me cry.
Terry and Ken's Camino Pilgrimage Adventure