Saturday, June 02, 2012
2:26 PM Arizona, 11:26 PM Spain
A most wonderful day! Today I was determined to get up and make sure I had a seat for the mass that the cathedral because it was the day the “Botafumeiro” will be used. I’m very sad that Lisa will not be there with me and I’m really missing her presents beside me now. After arriving at the cathedral, around 7:30 AM, it’s time to scope out the best seat and make it mine. It is chilly in here but, that’s O.K. I’m not moving from this seat at least that’s what I thought. Eight thirty rolls around, It’s cold and now have to pee but, I’m not moving. So I’ll risk running to a local bar, yes they are open early on Sunday morning, buy a cup of coffee and relieve myself. I’m back in the cathedral with only a few others were there with me not the throngs I’d expected. The waiting gives me time to contemplate some of what has happened since we started the Camino.
From the start I became more aware of my surrounding and the people in them like watching a movie of us from above. I see Lisa and me moving through the world and interacting with our surroundings. There seems to be a guiding hand moving us along and toward certain people. Riding the bike, then walking, then using the bus, then walking again all had some reason for happening when it did. We are really very tolerant of each other, putting all judgments away, our spirits enjoying the presents of the other. We are able to walk for miles either talking or not, taking pictures of the same things because we both find them interesting. We are able to talk intimately about our lives, making observations with no need to get into an argument over every statement. Feeling the same things at the same time and knowing by just looking at each other. I can’t count the number of time we just looked at each other and started laughing, just knowing. It seems that each person met along the way had something to teach us together and individually. Each had advice, or a story to share about their lives that would touch ours.
It is now around 11:30 AM mass will start in another half hour. I sit on a wooden pew with tears in my eyes. The mass would not start until Noon and this spot would be mine when the cathedral filled. My camera us ready having been fully charged the night before. From time to time I’d lift my head leaving a wet warm spot where my chin had rested on my chest. There were dark spots on my shirt from tears that ran down my face. I wiped at them with a hand that had already been dampened by those already shed. Looking about this ancient fortress of God’s I though this is not the way it was supposed to end. But, this was how it was ending no matter how many times I looked up to see if she was walking through the door across the transept from me. Of course I knew that only happened in the movies. There were no busses from Finisterre to get her here in time for Mass. Then the miracle happened I look up to see Lisa coming down the aisle with a huge smile on her face. I’m dumbfounded as we grab hold of each other with tears and smiles. At that moment there was no one else in the church but us hanging on to each other. She cared enough about me to put aside what she had planned. She said it was just not right for us not to finish the trip together. We watched Botafumeiro swing blessing all the pilgrims present enjoying this wonderful service together. I believe we were both happy in our hearts and spirits that the Camion worked this out.