Saturday, April 27, 2013 Santiago de Compostela, Spain
We had a very rough night last night. There was a huge wind blowing as we set out
from Porto, and immediately the ship began to rock and roll pretty
dramatically. Swells were about 20 feet,
whitecaps were crashing, and the water was washing up over the windows of the
dining room which is on the second level.
Barf bags were hung on all the railings, and only about half of the
passengers showed up for dinner. Of
those who did, many left before finishing, as did we when Joyce couldn’t take
it any more. She looked bad enough that
on the way out of the dining room the staff handed her a barf bag and a green
apple, saying the apple might help. She
took a bite or two and was somewhat better.
We tried to go to sleep, and the crashing, the falling of things off
shelves, the opening of drawers and the intense pitching and rocking made it
very hard. It was a long night.
We made it to breakfast and to a wonderful morning lecture
by the Smithsonian lecturer on pilgrimage in the medieval world, as today we
went to a major pilgrimage site, the Cathedral of St. James (Santiago) in
Santiago de Compostela, about an hour’s ride from the dock in La Corona. This part of Spain, the northwest corner, is
called Galicia. It has a fair degree of
autonomy from the rest of Spain, and it wealthy and proudly different from the
rest of Spain. Its origins are Celtic,
bagpipes are among the native instruments, and there is a Galician language
closer to Portuguese than to Spanish. There
are close ties to Scotland, Ireland and Wales, but not to England.
The cities of La Corona and Santiago are beautiful, with
lush gardens, clean broad streets, flowers, and well-kept public buildings and
parks. There is a minimum of
graffiti. Clearly the economic problems
of most of Spain don’t reach here.
The stories and legends about St. James (Santiago) are many;
suffice it to say that there is a cathedral here which is one of the major
pilgrimage sites for all of Catholicism.
To this day people walk, ride animals, and even bicycles to make a
pilgrimage here. There are rules as to
how far you must come in each of these ways to get certified as a pilgrim.
Here is a small square in Santiago:
And here is part of the University:
Here is the front of the Cathedral, originally Romanesque
from the 11th c. but with a Baroque façade added later:
The gates are amazing:
The altar was added later:
The adjacent monastery is enormous:
There are groups of pilgrims on foot and on bicycle, but we
saw none on horseback. To be certified
you need to have come 100 km. (62 miles) by foot, or 200 km. by bicycle or
animal. The town has beautiful side
streets with lovely cafes, restaurants and shops. Very enjoyable.
Off tonight for Bilbao and the Gehry museum tomorrow.
Never heard about the green-apple cure!
ReplyDeleteI hope the remaining sea voyages are calm....
Thanks for the details about Oporto and Compostela. I've heard about these places for years. (There is an important medieval musical repertoire associated with Compostela.)
Thanks for all the great photos, too!
Ralph
Victor, wow those were really heavy seas. But maybe it is fitting as you near Normandy to experience some of the sea experience of the landing troops! I had mentioned to you earlier that my father landed at Cherbourg in Sept. '44 direct from Boston (first division to land direct from the US). One story he DID relate was how horrible that voyage was - to the extent that they all preferred facing German bullets rather than more time at sea! I think this was a pretty common sentiment in those days, so maybe your experience is keyed for historical realism!
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