El Camino, Day 18: to El Ganso

Day 18: Hospital del Orbigo – El Ganso:  19 miles

Tuesday,  September 27, 2016:  Departed:  7:30am,  Arrived 4:00pm

img_4577Even though we’re still in the recovery stages of our sickness, we felt rejuvenated at the start of this day by a bright sunrise and beginning the transition into hills and changes in elevation that made for a more scenic walk.  The Camino stayed largely on gravel paths away from the highways.  I found myself speaking more with other pilgrims.  It seemed like no time, we were arriving into Astorga, a beautiful town built upon elevated ground.

img_4613We happened upon a big flea market that was happening in the central plaza and surrounding streets.  We grabbed a late breakfast / early lunch at an adjacent café.  Kim had to catch up on some home business while on wifi, while I ate and checked out the market. So many of the towns we’ve passed through have seemed devoid of social or economic activity, apart from serving the pilgrims.  Maybe we just hit them at a bad time, or during siesta.  But it was nice in Astorga to see street life full of activity and bustle.  Apart from the city life, I enjoyed seeing some of its impressive architecture.  Most cities / towns we have passed through mid-day, we only stay long enough for a snack and keep moving, but we ended up spending more than 2 hours in Astorga before moving on.

img_4614It has been my travel pattern of late to bring things with me that I intentionally “retire” during my trip, and don’t bring back home.  Already on this trip, I’ve gotten rid of several items that had served their time, and even this morning left behind a favored silk shirt whose holes grew too large to maintain.  But today I rather abruptly got rid of an item that I felt connected to, such that I couldn’t just unceremoniously leave it in rubbish bin.  Something that has been on my person more consistently than any other item I own:  my wallet.  I think I’ve had the same one for 12 years, and bought it in Argentina.  It has some holes in it and has been losing coins, so I took advantage of the flea market to buy a new one.  I transferred all my ID, money and credit cards to the new wallet, but I felt a sense of attachment and loss as I looked at the old empty one, now no longer needed.  I thought of all the places it went with me, and how it was constant routine to check that it was safely on me.  I carried it with me through the town, unable to throw it away.  All along the Camino, there are little shrines and memorials where people leave stones and mementos.  When I got outside the city, we came upon one labeled Peregrino Identes.  I left my old wallet there, and said good-bye while feeling the new one, bulky and awkward in my back pocket.  I wondered how soon we all might be getting rid of our wallets, as they go the way of watches and cameras, becoming absorbed into our phones, making such things as paper money, ID’s, credit cards, and memberships a redundant hassle.

img_4624We continued up in elevation into the hillsides under a hot sun.  While it had seemed to me that the architectural charm of the villages we first encountered on the Camino gave way to less charming, dilapidated towns in the dry plains, it seemed to me that the charm was returning in a way unique to the region we were entering: natural rugged stone, that looks charming even in the abandoned crumbling structures.  We chose for our town of rest El Ganso, a small village with an old west vibe, and at the Gabino Albergue secured a double bed under the stairwell of the dorm – a cozy nook in an otherwise large common area.  We continue to be surprised by the uniqueness of each lodging situation we encounter at the end of the day.  After showers, we went for a drink at the “cowboy bar” full of western décor, showing old American movies dubbed in Spanish on the tele.  Later we got the pilgrim’s menu at the adjacent restaurant.  Small towns and small albergues naturally lend themselves to natural conversation to those around you.  I like that very much.  Now we and the other pilgrims are retiring for the night; it’s not quite 10pm.

El Camino, Day 17: to Hospital del Orbigo

Day 17: León – Hospital del Orbigo:  22 miles

Monday,  September 26, 2016:  Departed:  7:15am,  Arrived 4:00pm

img_4558The first part of our day was winding through the suburbs of Leon, including passing the fancy pilgrim albergue San Marcos, where I think they filmed part of the film “The Way”.  As we got out of the suburbs, we encountered an optional route.  When I first researched the Camino, I learned there are many “ways” throughout Spain, and it’s neighboring countries.  The most popular route, called the Camino Frances, is the one we are doing, but even it has alternate paths that leave and rejoin the main path.  Today we decided to leave the main path and take the alternate path, which instead of going alongside the highway, goes more into the country side and smaller villages.  The last several days have had a lot of highway walking, so we enjoyed the diversion into agricultural fields, and even some land that seemed untended at all.  The diversion only added maybe less than a kilometer to our day.

img_4560As I approached the town of Villar de Mazarife, I passed an elderly local man and greeted him, and in Spanish asked if he was from the town.  He said he was.  I said we enjoyed the town and countryside away from the highway, and that we were glad we took the alternative path.  To this, he responded that he did not agree with that “alternative” designation.  He told me that this was indeed the original path, but when they built the highway and the hotel, they diverted the “normal” path that way.  I think his expression was more than just “town pride” but perhaps some economic indignation at the Camino diverting pilgrims away from the town.  Many of the towns that the Camino passes through are small and show little signs of economic or social life (often depending the time of day you pass through), but with hundreds of pilgrims passing through each day looking for either lodging or food, it’s quite an economic stimulus to the community.  I sometimes wonder if the local residents are grateful or annoyed by the daily influx of pilgrims coming through, but by the regular greetings and “buen camono”s I receive and the monuments to pilgrims, I think they are happy to see us in their town.

img_4563We rejoined the main Camino as we entered the town of Hospital de Orbiga to finish off a long day.  We chose Albergue San Miguel for our lodging – a tidy and artsy place of stone and hardwood.  They do not do a pilgrim’s meal here, but they have one of the better stocked kitchen’s I’ve seen.  Kim and I went and bought groceries and cooked a stir-fry with rice.  Though we cooked our own meal, it still turned out to be a little “pilgrim’s dinner” as there was an Irishman and an Israeli couple cooking in there too, so we got some fellowship to close out a day that was fairly non-social otherwise.

El Camino, Day 16: to León

Day 16: Reliegos – León:  15 miles

Sunday,  September 25, 2016:  Departed:  7:00am,  Arrived 12:30pm

img_4486Apart from a quick breakfast stop at Mansilla de las Mullas, today’s walk was uneventful and un-scenic as we made our way into Leon, the primary focus of our day.  Like Pamplona and Burgos before, we had strategized to do a shorter day arriving into León around lunch time, in order to give us a good amount of a day to get to know the city.  Upon arriving, we scouted out a few different hostales (preferring to treat ourselves again to a private room rather than the albergue dormitories) and settled on Rincon del Leon.  Aptly named, for 39 euro, a small but immaculate room, located in a little alley of bars pretty much in the middle of everything.

img_4487After washing up, we got a nice lunch in the local plaza near our room, and then navigated around the different plazas and historic architecture of the city.  Several of the museum sites were already closed for Sunday afternoon, so after strolling about, we decided to take advantage of our central room, and go back for naps.  For late afternoon, I went to check out the interior of the impressive gothic Cathedral, while Kim journaled at a nearby café.  As the night began to set in, we hopped around to the different plazas again, trying to catch them in the ideal light for photography, when the buildings are flood-lit, with a transitional indigo sky in the background.  We got some drinks and tapas on one of the main bustling alleys, and then rather than hop around to more tapas bars, we went to a market and bought guacamole, chips, and cava (champagne) and made of a dinner of that as we sat on a bench in the quiet Cathedral square.  We debated among ourselves which we preferred more:  Burgos or Leon.  We liked them both a lot:  beautiful cities with great architecture and plazas and streets geared toward pedestrian friendly socializing.  Not sure why, but I think we favor Burgos more, but they’re both great cities, and a welcome change of pace from some of the sleepy villages and albergues we’ve been staying at on the Camino.  It also makes me wish Asheville had pedestrian only streets lined with mingling cafes and bars, even it’s not able to replicate the depth of history.  We also appreciate the affordability.  Eating and drinking among such splendor and history, you’d expect high prices, but we’re continually impressed how budget-friendly Spain is for food and drinks and lodging.  Sometimes I think it’s more expensive to stay home than it is to travel.


El Camino, Day 15: to Reliegos

Day 15: Sahagún – Reliegos:  19.5 miles

Saturday,  September 24, 2016:  Departed:  7:20am,  Arrived 3:00pm

After a day of being sick and feeling bad, we both slept a solid night’s sleep, and probably could have slept in more, but decided to make an early start so as to avoid more walking during the hotter afternoon hours.  We ate our breakfast of miscellaneous snacks and were on our way as it was starting to get light out.  I am so happy that we, especially me, were feeling better.  I am definitely still sick with a cold and congested, but I was over the hump of the initial stuffy headache and general awful feeling, such that other than needing to blow my nose here and there, I felt good and could walk without the headache distraction.

img_4462Kim and I both discussed our feelings about the Camino during this current stretch – how it was starting to feel more like a chore (“just keep moving and get it done”) than the privilege that it is.  Apart from going through a spell of sickness, I imagine that many other pilgrims are feeling the same during these middle stretches.  The scenery is flat and bland, the villages are not nearly as charming and manicured as the ones in the first week in Basque country, and the Camino is flanking highways with little shelter.  Fortunately, today’s stage, the flanking highway is little used by cars, and they have planted trees along the whole stretch of the Camino to provide some shade.  Also fortunately, the days have been nearly perfect – with cold overnights and highs in the mid-70’s, and no rain.  I think it would be very brutal to walk these stretches we’ve done over the last several days during hot summer.  So, in these seemingly dull, long stretches over the plains, we look little surprises to make the day special, and remind us to be grateful to to be where we are.

img_4470We chose for our sleep town Reliegos, and the Gil Albergue – small and clean.  After showering, we took naps and walked the small town.  We got a drink at Elvis’s bar, which had an anti-establishment vibe.  We ate the pilgrim’s menu at our Albergue and invited Jorge to join us.  There’s certain people that we’ve come to know without talking to.  After several days, you see their faces in the albergues, on the street, and the cafes, and in passing on the Camino and you realize that they are walking roughly the same pace, so finally you stop and ask their name.  Like several people we’ve encountered, when we first see them alone, they come across as cold or indifferent on their own path, but after crossing paths over several days, there seems to be a softening and an unspoken camaraderie, and when we finally break the ice and talk to them, you find they are friendly and kind and very interesting.  Such is the case with Jorge, a big guy who people may assume toughness, but is gentle and curious.  He is also from Mexico, which I enjoyed learning.  To my great surprise, I have met very few people from Spanish-speaking America.  There are lots and lots of Brazilians, perhaps due to their famous author Paolo Coehlo who wrote about the Camino, but hardly any people of the old Spanish colonies in the New World:  for example Mexico, Argentina, Colombia, etc.  So, it was good to meet Jorge, not just to break the silence of passing glances from town to town, but to share in some “Americano” camaraderie and learn another fascinating story of what brought them to be on the Camino with you.

El Camino, Day 14: to Sahagún

Day 14: Calzadilla de la Cueza – Sahagún:  14 miles

Friday,  September 23, 2016:  Departed:  8:30am,  Arrived 2:30pm

img_4449Today was noteworthy for good and bad – the “good” that this morning we passed the unofficial “halfway” mark between St. Jean and Santiago, which coincides with the end of today being our “halfway” date, now having completed two full weeks on the Camino, and since we hope to do it in four, that means we are on target.  It has gone by fast!

The “bad” is that as I suspected the night before, I have come down with a nasty sinus cold.  Kim also woke up with a sore throat, so in the aftermath of our longest day yet, and feeling that our “feet” were getting into their groove, and the bed bug bites were behind us, our heads have succumbed to some bug.  Fortunately, we were already in position to make today’s stretch a shorter one and we were the last pilgrims to leave the albergue having slept in a little, but the day felt pretty miserable with a stuffy, aching head, and constantly dripping nose.  The legs did their dutiful job and just kept moving, and I barely recall which towns we went through, and took few pictures.

img_4455We chose Sahagún as our stop town, and furthermore decided to get ourselves a private room in a central hotel (for all of 40 euro) so that we could nurse and rest our sick bodies, and not spread our germs to other pilgrims.  We also had already worn all our cleans clothes, most of them twice, so we hand-washed laundry in the terrace sink and hung our clothes to dry.  We tried walking around the town, but we just felt lousy.  We bought some medicine at a pharmacy and some junk food at a market and retreated back to our rooms.  We rested and napped some more, and though we didn’t feel like it, we forced ourselves out to get a proper dinner.  It actually settled well on us, and though a Friday night with some nice local life in the plazas, we promptly went back to our room to retire early.  Here’s hoping for a restful night, and improved conditions tomorrow.

El Camino, Day 13: to Calzadilla de la Cueza

Day 13: Boadillo del Camino – Calzadilla de la Cueza:  26.2 miles

Thursday,  September 22, 2016:  Departed:  6:30am,  Arrived 5:30pm

img_4413One of the huge things I was looking forward to on the Camino is Serendipity – taking each day as it comes.  Kim and I have largely done that as we have not studied our guide book thoroughly in advance, not strategized the breakdown of our days.  Typically, we’ve looked at the book and its maps the day before and set a tentative target town where we would check in with how one another are doing and decide to stop or continue to the next town.  But the night before, we decided to be truly serendipitous today on the Camino, by refusing to look at the book or maps at all, and just walk, following the sea shells and yellow arrows, not knowing which towns we’d come upon or how far apart they would be, or if they had lodging, or how many beds, or the measure of how far we’d walked.  We trusted the Camino would take care of its own.

It was a good day to play such a game with ourselves, because the entire morning the Camino flanked a highway in long gravel paths in straight lines with no hills.  You could see in front of you and behind you the long stream of pilgrims plodding along.  I think the dullness of the path was enhanced by the mystery of “not knowing” how long it would remain so.  We got snacks in the towns we passed and a 2nd breakfast in Villalcazar, feeling good.  Along the way, we chatted up some other pilgrims.  One of the big questions we ask each other is where you plan to go that day.  We happily said we did not know, but in the course of the discussions, and being asked if we were doing the short or really long day, we got the sense that we were obliviously approaching a critical decision junction for pilgrims.

img_4425As we entered into Carrión de los Cones and had a beer by a flea market, we could tell that it was a larger hub that most pilgrims would choose to stay at, and we had an inkling that it might be a longer than normal trek to the next town.  But we were determined not to consult the book, and feeling good about ourselves, decided to continue down the Camino.  In retrospect, this might have been a mistake, for indeed, the next town would not appear in front of us for another several hours of walking, over 10 miles we figured once we finally stopped and looked at the book to see where and how far we actually went.  It was a longer trek than we bargained for, but I was glad that our bodies were doing well and despite the tiredness, we’re up to the task.  I was also grateful that the Camino during this stretch left the highways and passed through quiet agricultural fields.   Also, though it should have been the heat of the day, it was actually cool and overcast for very pleasant weather.  AND, since we were one of the few pilgrims to make such a daring continuation of their day, the trail was virtually empty of other people.

img_4443The small town we finally arrived upon in small valley in the surrounding agricultural plain is Calzadailla de la Cueza, and the Municipal Albergue there is one of the cleanest we’ve seen.  The joy of having finished off a full day, literally a full marathon, was further enhanced by seeing Mangus and Roxanna, a British-Romanian couple we hit it off with on our 2nd day way back when.  We went and got the pilgrim’s dinner at very nice restaurant nearby.

While our bodies were up to the task of the very long day and I feel like our initial blisters are hardening to reliable callouses, I feel like my body was deferring other effects of fatigue and ailments till I actually finished and sat down to re-nourish myself.  Since a week ago, when I nearly fainted after dinner from likely unknowing de-hydration, I’ve been trying to drink more water, even when I don’t feel thirsty.  I did so today, but at the end of dinner tonight, I began to feel fatigued and disengaged from the conversation.  I could feel a harsh dry spot in my throat which is likely the onset of a cold or sinus infection.  I retired to bed early to get some much needed rest (I’m actually writing this in the middle of the night after waking up, unable to sleep at the moment).  It seems the mystery of the Camino is not just the towns and scenery you pass, but your own body has its surprises and challenges to show you along the way.

El Camino, Day 12: to Boadillo del Camino

Day 12: San Bol – Boadillo del Camino:  20.75 miles

Wednesday,  September 21, 2016:  Departed:  6:45am,  Arrived 3:30pm

img_4395 Everyone after the community dinner in San Bol went to bed fairly early, such that all was quiet and lights out at 10pm, so that waking up before sunrise seemed quite natural.  Kim and I were out the door early, and commenced walking under the light of a bright half moon, until the sun rose around an hour later.  We’ve entered the central dry plains of Spain, and today was the first day in a while where we had a solid day of clear skies for the whole day.  It was cool, but sunny to the point of feeling hot.  We made short breakfast and lunch stops in towns: San Antón, Castrojeriz, and Itero de la Vega.  Like the day before, the scenery, while beautiful in its agricultural openness, was not particularly note-worthy.    I listened to my headphones for a good bit of the day, playing movie soundtracks to add a sense of the dramatic to the surroundings.  I don’t know if we’re just getting used to the scenery and it no longer impresses us, but I’m pretty sure the recent villages have distinctly less charm and appeal than the initial ones we passed through in Basque country.

img_4405After a good day of walking, we settled on our lodging at “En El Camino” Albergue.  Just as all the places we stay are a surprise in their uniqueness, this one feels more like a “backpacker” hostel than most of the other places we’ve been.  Its dorms are crowded, but more space is devoted to lounge and bar areas that are cleverly decorated, including a little pool and garden courtyard which all are enjoying.  The crowd is younger.  The staff is also young are very active and efficient, and their pilgrim’s menu is the best we’ve had so far.  Yet, it is still a pilgrim albergue, as the surrounding town is dull and there is no reason why anyone else would visit here other than walking the Camino, and they still close the doors at 10pm, so I suspect we’ll all be going to be shortly, and it will be another early morning tomorrow.  Let’s hope we sleep well, and that there are no snorers as we’ve encountered in the other albergues, but the odds are there certainly will be, with the number of people in our dorm.  I’ll keep my earplugs nearby on the ready.

El Camino, Day 11: to San Bol

Day 11: Burgos – San Bol:  16.5 miles

Tuesday,  September 20, 2016:  Departed:  9:00am,  Arrived 3:45pm

img_4362  Again, having the comfy and quiet of a private room in Burgos, we slept in later than the typical pilgrim would and got a fairly late start, which we didn’t feel guilty about in the least.  We enjoyed a nice full breakfast at the hotel, and on our way out of town, we diverted off the actual Camino route to walk through our favorite plazas.

Having the late start, we progressed steadily on our way to catch up, stopping only briefly to grab some snacks in some small towns, such that now that I try to reflect on it, I’m having trouble actually recalling what we saw.  The Camino itself is entering into a dryer and flatter part of Spain, such that the thing that I think that I recall the most is the cool wind and the lovely sky.

img_4371Probably the highlight of the day is the end: our lodging at the San Bol albergue.  It’s not even a town, but more of an oasis in a remote valley that comes to you as a surprise after walking across flat wheat fields.  It has a solid spring of cold water in a grove of trees creating a peaceful hamlet.  The albergue is a solar powered building, with only 12 beds.  We claimed two of the few remaining, and the place filled up after a few more pilgrims arrived behind us.  After having a private room for the previous two nights, this was a very nice way for Kim and I to rejoin the pilgrim community.  The larger ubran albergues have more of an assembly line feel, but when there’s only 12 beds in a little hamlet, you have no choice but to get to know your fellow pilgrims.  There’s no other dinner option, but the community dinner, which is served to all 12 of us in a big round table so you can all see each other’s faces and be part of the same conversation.  We had pilgrims from Belgium, New Zealand, Korea, Germany, USA, & Canada, but Kim and I were especially glad to be reunited with one of our favorite pilgrims, Mo from Jersey (Not New Jersey, but the island Jersey in the English Channel).  He’s my dad’s age, and we figured we wouldn’t see him again when we left him behind amid our big mile days getting to Burgos.  And yet, when we arrived at San Bol, there he was to greet us.  He was wearing a T-shirt with Darth Vader riding a bike.  I like him very much.  In all, such a nice fellowship of cozy strangers.


El Camino, Day 10: to Burgos!!

Day 10:  San Juan de Ortega – Burgos:  16.2 miles

Monday,  September 19, 2016:  Departed:  7:15am,  Arrived 1:45pm


img_4241Today, we walked a short spell through a forest with some moonlight, as the daylight emerged.  That gave way to fields, then into a few small villages before cresting at Alto Cruciero where a large cross was planted in a pile of stones.  For the last two days, I’ve been carrying a walking stick.  In preparing for the Camino, I was pretty adamant that I did not want to bring walking poles, even though they were highly recommended by most former pilgrims.  I really like to be hands free and light weight.  I’ve been progressing well without poles, but the image of the old pilgrim with his walking stick is everywhere in sculpture, murals and silhouettes. So a few days ago, when passing a place where some small trees had recently been cut down, I pulled out a walking stick.  It’s more like a wizards staff in size.  I didn’t intend to walk with it the whole time; just figured as I found it on the Camino, I’d likewise retire it on the Camino when I became tired of it.  I kept it for two days, and when I reached the hilltop cross, I decided to leave it there.

On the other side of the hill, you could see the city of Burgos around 10 miles away.  The Camino passed through some countryside and villages of little note, among a busy chain of pilgrims on asphalt, and yet this stretch was made special by the background soundtrack on my headphones.  Until then, I hadn’t listened to any music or podcasts, and just wanted to devote my senses to the Camino, but this seemed like a good time to “tune in” to some music.  I decided to listen to my “gospel” playlist which contains religious music from old hymns, to black gospel, to camp choruses, to modern arena praise.  A musical collage of my faith background.  While I walked, I was reminded of how the imagery of gospel music is so often one of a journey and carrying burdens, and I was surprised by how moved I was by it.  It made an otherwise mundane stretch of the Camino more alive and special, which I appreciated, especially since the route only got worse as it entered a lengthy industrial suburbs of Burgos, that seemed to never end.  Eventually we made it into old Burgos, and though that ended our Camino walk for the day, the highlights were just beginning.  Kim’s parents wanted to gift us with a private hotel room to give us a break from the pilgrim crowds, and so we cashed in, checking into a room overlooking a nice small plaza.  Although at $60 it was hardly splurging!


img_4331After unloading our stuff in the room, we orientated ourselves to the central plazas and landmarks and stopped at a few tapas bars as our lunch.  While Kim caught up on some things at the hotel, I explored the city more, in particular going to the massive gothic Cathedral, an impressive work of art both inside and out.  In the evening we went back out and revisited all the same plazas as they transitioned from day to night.  We at dinner at a restaurant serving the Pilgrim’s menu, and walked around some more.

We both really love Burgos and are very happy that we worked it out to stay a night here, and that we likewise were able to have our own room as a comfy base to get out and explore.  I highly recommend Burgos to anyone visiting Spain.  It may not boast the world-famous sites or museums of other European mega-cities, and you can really see all its sites in a half day, but we liked it for its general vibe and amazing setting.  We’d like to spend more days, not as site-seers, but as local people who just want to hang out and have some affordable drinks and food in some amazingly lovely and historic settings. img_4324

El Camino, Day 9: to San Juan de Ortega

Day 9:  Grañon – San Juan de Ortega:  24.8 miles

Sunday,  September 18, 2016:  Departed:  6:45am,  Arrived 5:15pm


We left Grañon before daylight, and upon exiting the town we promptly donned our warmer layers and poncho in order to continue through rainy drizzle.  The forecast was for more cold, overcast weather, with chances of rain.  We weren’t expecting it to be wet so soon, so we braced ourselves for damp day, but once daylight emerged, the drizzle subsided; A setting full moon in front of us in the indicated that there were indeed clear skies ahead.  By the time we stopped for a little lunch, the grey overcast skies actually began to change to some open blue among the white clouds, and for the first time in a while we could see our shadows!  It felt great to have some sun, especially considering that the overall temps were only in the low 60’s.img_4202

img_4211While we’re trying not to be too planned, we did look ahead to when we’d be going to the highly recommended Burgos.  We’d like to spend a night there, and in order to do so, based upon when the lodging options were in between, it would require us to do it in two long days (getting us on schedule), or in 3 short days (getting us behind).  We decided to try to get ahead of our needed schedule, so that meant 24.8 miles for us today.  We passed through more and more wheat fields, with occasional sunflower fields and the latter section went through pine and oak forests to bring us to the Albergue in San Juan de Ortega (barely a town).

We’d been walking for a long time and were among the last people to check into the albergue, but were glad to learn there were two beds available.  But we went up to the large dorm rooms full of bunk beds the other pilgrims had already claimed, we could only find one that was obviously unclaimed.  img_4228When I asked the proprietor about it, he walked us through a door marked private, and showed an unofficial back room library with bunk beds and gave us what amounts to a private room, while everyone else was in crowded dorms.  As the town is too small to boast any alternate facilities, we took part in the pilgrims dinner after a quick shower, served buffet style, among the crowd of mostly older pilgrims.  We did not hit it off with anyone in particular; just enjoyed the dinner.  I had read on the historical marker by the church that this time of the year, near the autumn equinox, a special illumination occurs when rays of sunlight shine through the church window at the right angle.  As we finished our dinner and wine, the sun shone bright on my seat through the little window of the dining hall, and I felt it was a sign we were worthy, as in the “last shall be first” parable, that after our long hard day, we that we should enjoy the special treatment, and we soon retreat up to our private abode for rest.