The Meseta is a high wilderness of expansive farmland. There are only Wheat fields and Windmills to keep you company…its exposed and really really uninhabited for as far as the eye can see around you. But the next little hamlet was Rabe de las Calzados…of course we passed the church…we are pelegrinos..pilgrims…you have to pass the church…but then there was a little chapel. Sweet. Bruce took a picture of me standing outside.. I was in half a mind to go in but I thought that I would just put my head around inside and see what was going on.
Lovely music came from inside that little square chapel and round the corner sat a grey haired lady with a stamp. “OH I thought, I’ll get my credencial (Pilgrim Passport) stamped here too.
She reached forward and passed a necklace of string with a tiny medal on the end and spoke so much Spanish to me. But I knew that she was wishing me a safe journey in the care of Mary…she placed a small prayer inside my passport and I was really moved.
I think she did it to everyone but you could feel her goodness and sweetness and I felt humbled.