It began as another rainy day in Galicia.
The Pilgrim’s Mass is at noon and I so wanted to attend. A fellow pilgrim told me to arrive at the cathedral an hour ahead to insure a seat. I did that and his advice was golden. I got a seat on the aisle in the fourth row of the west side of the altar.
The mass was so moving, when I heard the priest announce a “Peregrina from Arizona”, I was brought to tears, my efforts were recognized.
Truthfully I cried through most of the mass. Santiago has me crying more than I’ve cried in a long time. I was lucky to see the butofumerio swing. The smell of the incense brought me right back to my childhood and midnight mass at Christmas.
After the mass, I took a taxi to the airport, caught my flight to sunny Madrid, and am now sitting in my hotel for the night.
I make my way to the States tomorrow at 11:35 am. My daughter-in-law and my grandchildren will be collecting me in Newark Liberty Airport and I will spend the rest of the week with my family, both sons and their wonderful wives and my grandbabies.
Thanks to all of my blog followers and friends for the support and encouraging words you provided while I have been on the Way. I am truly blessed with your love and friendship, thank you.
And now I ask you, could a woman want for more?
Thoughts and Adventures 