We had a wonderful final day with our group of pilgrims in Santiago. It is a spectacular city in which to wake up, and the Parador being the world’s oldest hotel is a special place to greet a morning. This hotel began as a hostel for sick and weary pilgrims. If the walls could speak, what stories they would tell.
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It’s located right in front of the cathedral. We left our hotel, quickly entered the cathedral and celebrated the Eucharist in a small chapel. An Episcopal priest cannot do this, but Bishop Carlos knows the Dean well, and he had arranged it to for us. Everything comes down to who you know in life, even in the church!
After celebrating our final worship together, we hustled down the street a short walk to an abandoned library housed in a 14th century building that is now for sale. The Bishop took us on a tour. It is one of four buildings that we are considering as the site for our proposed Anglican Pilgrim Centre.
Before dinner, we took a rooftop tour of the cathedral. Although I have been on the roof before, one does not grow tired of the view. The tour guide spoke in rapid fire Spanish, most of which flew past me. The weather was perfect, something that one cannot predict in Galicia and in Santiago.
We returned to the Parador for a guided reflection led by Spencer. He has a talent for this. He asked each of us, “What would you say to God that you want as you move forward in your life?” By now, our group had bonded so that we felt secure expressing our deepest desires. We had become a family of sorts, a team of Christians who cared deeply for one another.
Afterwards, Bishop Carlos shared briefly about the Episcopal Church in Spain, and Nancy Meade asked each pilgrim to give us input to help plan future pilgrimages and wisdom for creating the Anglican Pilgrim Centre. Our last supper was spectacular. Fine food and even better conversation in an upper room with majestic portraits dating back many centuries.
Such a moment one never forgets.
With love and prayers from Spain,