Dear God, I ask You to come and share a strong communion of love. We know your real name is love and that to have communion with You means to share the same vibration, the same frequency that You are. Today help us to be like You are, to love life, to be life, to be love. Help us to love the way You love, with no conditions, no expectations, without any judgment. Help us to love everything You create unconditionally, especially other human beings, our relatives, those who live around us, and those we try so hard to love. Because when we reject them, we reject ourselves, and when we reject ourselves, we reject You. Help us to love others just the way they are with no conditions. Help us to accept them the way they are without judgment. Today clean our hearts of any emotional poison that we may have, free our minds from any judgment so that we can live in complete peace and complete love. Today is a very special day. Today we open our hearts to love, so that we can tell each other 'I love you' without any fear and really mean it. Today we offer ourselves to You. Come to us, use our voices, use our eyes, use our hands, use our hearts, to share ourselves in a communion of love with everyone. Today dear God, help us to be just like You are. Thank You for everything that we receive this day, especially for the freedom to be who we really are. Namaste. Amen.
Here is a quick video I took of the vastness of the countryside, I don't know if you can hear the cowbells but you can see the Camino behind me.
I came down the mountain, crossed the bridge, and entered the darling town of Molinaseca. There were people swimming in the river and cute stores and cafes on the main road. I came upon a fancy hotel with a sign for a "casa rural 10 Euro" so I investigated. Sure enough, there was a cute house across the street just for pilgrims so I booked a bunk. There were several pilgrims already showered and relaxing including Maria from Spain. I spoke with her awhile, played with the big lazy dogs, and then headed to a shower - great shower, private bathroom, plenty of hot water and pressure - then changed and headed into town. I wanted to eat at the fancy restaurant, the specialty of this region is Bierzo (pork belly, they even have a bronze statue of a pork belly, that's the picture) but they didn't serve dinner until 9pm and it was only 6:30. As it turns out, my prayers were answered.
I headed back into town and found a beautiful outdoor cafe with a very friendly server who said he'd serve me the pilgrim menu early if I wanted. Thank you! Around the same time, two local Spanish guys came in and started talking to him, obviously their friend, then went outside. I asked if I could join them and they were more than happy for some company. That's when I met Jose and Rollo from Spain (picture); Jose spoke English, Rollo did not but we had a blast sitting there eating and drinking and translating. Jose had done the Camino before and he was telling me that I should stay at his family's hotel tomorrow night in Cacabelos, so I said OK. He gave me a card and called ahead to see if there was a space, there was, so he made me a reservation. Then he said, "do you want to stay at my place tonight? You could sleep on the couch or I could sleep on the couch and you sleep in the bed, whatever you want." I sat there for a moment and pondered. There wasn't a wink wink, which I was glad about, and I knew this is one of those times when you're traveling that you really don't want to pass up, so I said yes. And with that, the three of us headed back to my casa rural where I packed up my bag quicker than ever before. It was just as Jose was hurling my pack into his hatchback that Dee from Ireland and Diana from Hungary walked up out of the blue and I said "Adios ladies, I've got a ride to Cacabelos" and I gave Dee the card of the hotel I'd be at tomorrow night. They were all a fluster, giggling like school girls with their mouths wide open, as I jumped in the front seat of the SUV and waved goodbye! I walked a total of 25 kilometers today and Jose drove me another 24 kilometers and my night was only about to begin.
"He went up into the mountain to pray, and the fashion of his countenance was altered."
- Luke 9:29