Day Six — 5/21/17
Estella >>> Los Arcos .
While my mother and I were taking a break on the side of the road, we saw a young man coming up the way wearing flip flops and socks. He was clearly having a hard time of it, and we offered some of our food to him. He didn’t eat, but he did need a listening ear. His name was Andy, and he was from Ireland. .
He told us that he had sprained his ankle quite badly and had been laid up in the last town for several days. He was walking in flip flops because his useless expensive hiking boots came up over his ankles and were excruciating given his injury. I asked him what size shoes did he wear, and he answered a 40. I knew that was my size, so I offered him my hiking books which ended below the ankle. At the very least, maybe he could wear them instead of the flip flops! He was game to try, and so we switched boots. His boots were a little big for me, but I knew I could solve that by wearing a second pair of socks. As you can see in the pic, my boots worked well enough for Andy, too. .
When my mother and I first started walking the Camino, I was struck by the culture of radical hospitality and mutual aid that pervades the Camino. These values are present not only between peregrin@s, but with everyone that we encountered along the Camino. It’s striking to witness and experience. For me, there was no question that I was going to give Andy from Ireland my boots once I heard we were the same size. Yes, I was taking a risk breaking in another person’s boots. Yes, I could have been setting myself up for terrible blisters and more pain. Depending on how bad that could be, I could even end up dragging my mother down.
But fortunately for me, that’s not what happened. The ankle supports on his boots were just what I needed. Two pairs of socks worked fine — my rotation for washing and drying accommodated the increase easily. I never saw Andy again, but I hope my boots were as much of a godsend for him as his were for me.
🏔✨ LFA in Peru ✨🏔
“Despacho” is a gift to the creator, an act of GRATITUDE, and a ritual for protection. We are thanking the land for hosting us through this transformative experience, and calling in its wisdom.
Here our LFA tribe is being guided through a Despacho Ceremony by local healers Guillermo Soncco Apaza and Luigi Jannarone 🙏🏻❤️
Just one magical part of an incredible, epic experience we had together 💥 If you weren’t there- there’s still a way to experience some of this magic....
We recorded all the classes from this Warriorship experience, and the first installment of the Sacred Valley Teachings is being released NEXT WEEK to Dharmic Warrior Course Students. Stay tuned, warriors- this is going to be epic 🚀
Day Six — 5/21/17
Estella >>> Los Arcos
The Fuente del Vino (the Wine Fountain) stands out in my memory. When we walked the Camino Frances, I found myself struck by how the modern world collided with the ancient world. There have been people walking the Camino, and walking the road that would become the Camino, since the days of the Roman roads. The Camino Frances was a trade route long before St. Francis made his way to Santiago de Compostela. I loved the moments when we would touch that history physically. When we used my mother’s scallop shell as a shallow cup for the wine, I felt like I was touching that history (even if this particular wine fountain only dates back to 1991). It’s a privilege to touch (taste?) time like that. I won’t soon forget it.
Day Six — 5/21/17
Estella >>> Los Arcos
Here are the flowers from this day’s walk. I had this dream on the Camino that I would be able to photograph the flowers, with geolocation stamps in the metadata, and then be able to trace them and where they flourish across the many kilometers of the Camino. I didn’t mind taking pictures of the same species — each time, I found them beautiful.
I think my favorite from this day is the plant who is growing in a crevice made by a few stones. I’ve always been stubborn and tenacious about where I put down roots — so I felt a kinship with that plant.
People leaving the city after the celebration of “Gamou”, the anniversary of the prophet Mohammed, Kaolack, Senegal, 2016. I was mostly impressed by the silence when i landed in Leopold Senghor Airport in Dakar. Then after 5/6 hours in an old Renault taxi I arrived to my destination. Kaolack, the fourth most populated city in Senegal, close to the border with Gambia. This was where I was 2 years ago in my first big attempt to do a reportage. I was in Africa for the first time and alone after the fourth day. Still with little experience I tried to document the Muslim majority and its implication in society culturally and economically in a country where the Roman Catholic minority is mostly connected with the Colonial past. After a few days i got back my french out of necessity. I made a friend Alioune Badara Gueye that was working in a local radio SudFM as journalist. We went everywhere together, Touba, Tivaoune, Joal, Passy, etc... Then i made also my path alone. One thing i learnt: the further you go the closer you get to yourself and to your roots and this was just the beginning. I went there without having read any book of Ryszard #Kapuściński but there is always magic of living things before we read them. This was my farewell picture in Kaolack everybody was leaving after “Gamou”. So i too left shortly after.
The tombs at the Chor Bakr necropolis in Bukhara 🇺🇿 were all decorated with those pretty ceramic tiles.
The site was built over the burial place of Abu-Bakr-Said one of prophet Muhammad’s descendants. The necropolis unfortunately became forbidden as a religious site during the Soviet era but started to regain some importance after the independence. The site has joined the @UNESCO World Heritage List in 2008 and today it has even become a necessary pilgrimage for Muslim Uzbeks, right before their pilgrimage to Mecca.
Virgin Protectress, Ptujska Gora
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Discover why this basilica at Ptujska Gora is considered to be the most beautiful Gothic monument in Slovenia and one of the most popular pilgrimage sites. Visit the imposing three-nave space, which was created at the turn of the 14th to the 15th century, and admire the exceptional statues and church furnishings. At its centre is the main altar with a graceful relief of the Virgin Protectress clad in a cloak. This relief was made around 1410, and it features 82 people. This is a unique group portrait of individuals who lived six hundred years ago.
Фрушка гора (Национални парк Фрушка гора) – заповедная местность на Среднедунайской возвышенности, на правобережье Дуная, в сербской автономной провинции Воеводина. Это невысокая горная гряда. В нижней части ее склоно расположились фруктовые сады и виноградники, поля и пастбища. Наверху простираются густые широколиственные леса.
Кроме своего богатого природного мира Фрушка гора славится монастырями. До сих пор здесь сохранилось 17 старинных монастырей (XV–XVIII вв.), а когда-то их было построено 35. Вот действующие: Крушедол, Велика Ремета, Гргетег, Новое Хопово, Старое Хопово, Ковиль, Врдник, Язак, Малая Ремета, Раковац, Беочин, Бешеново, Шишатовац, Петковица, Кувеждин, Дивша, Привина Глава.
Самые известные обители национального парка: Крушедол и Ново-Хопово. Часто посещают туристы и монастыри Шишатовац, Гргетек, Язак.
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Day 27b - As I was walking through Orges, this beautiful person, Claire, noticed that I was a pilgrim and stopped to talk to me. *all conversations took place using a small amount of English words, less French words, some excellent pantomiming by Severin, but mostly Google translate on smartphone* She asked about my journey and if I would like to stay in the cottage of her backyard. It’s 10am, I’m not thinking about stopping. But after we talked more it just seemed like a good encounter and I might as well trust and live in the spirit of travel where no plan ever happens. When we got to her home she told me it was her fathers birthday, Max, along with a couple of friends, Emilie’s and Severin’s birthday as well and we would all be having lunch together. I have never felt so greeted and welcomed. Max and his wife, Gigi, were very hospitable. Lunch was amazing. A huge spread of appetizers, then a main course that included wild boar hunted by Max. After mains, Clair’s son, Baptiste, told me, “now we eat the cheese.” And a huge plater of local cheeses were brought to the table. After the cheese, fresh plates were brought out, I asked Baptiste, “more food?” He said not if I didn’t want to eat dessert. I told him I thought the cheese was the dessert. “No,” he answered, “cheese is it’s own course here.” We sat around that table for hours talking and sharing. Severin was very happy to practice his English, and a great character as was. After lunch we went for a walk around the village, then later that night all had dinner together, also with a cheese course. I felt so blessed to spend the day with Claire and her family. Wonderful people. Not enough can be said to describe how enjoyable my time with them was and how grateful I am for this beautiful experience. Everyone even signed my pilgrim passport. .