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My Camino - 111 English
My Camino - 111 English
Madison Porter
August 23rd 2016
Module 1 Final Draft
I had the chance to experience it for myself. The Camino De Santiago started in the middle ages
when millions of people began to walk from their homes all over Europe to the Grand Cathedral
in the city of Santiago, Spain. A pilgrims mass was held and the travelers were awarded with
their certificates of pilgrimage to ensure they spent less time in Purgatory. It was also walked by
apostles as a way to spread religion throughout Europe. Today, the Camino is walked for many
reasons, whether they be religious, spiritual, or just as a more economical way to see the world.
April 14th 2016, I got on an airplane bound for Portugal. I had no idea what I was getting
myself into. My mom, my grandma, and I were going to walk the Camino De Santiago Portugal.
Not such a big deal, right? Who was I kidding---this was going to be the most amazing thing to
happen to me in my life so far. I watched a lot of movies on the flight, unable to sleep.
April 17th 2016, we started our expedition across Europe. The first few days were long
and I felt extremely sore. The scenery was amazing. We walked through towns, country sides,
and a few cities over the course of our journey. Walking through the country was my favorite. I
could see across the vast landscape for miles. There werent many other people to talk to, so I
Our third day of walking was probably my hardest day. Every part of me was achy and
tired. I walked far behind my mom and grandma, sometimes out of view. The terrain that day
changed constantly from cobblestones to forest paths. I was ready to rest for a decade by the time
we reached our destination for that day. As soon as we reached Casa De Fernanda, our albergue
for that night, Fernanda invited us into her house and offered us tea and cookies. After we
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consumed our snacks, our host showed us to a building on her property where we would be
sleeping. We settled in and caught up with some friends we had met earlier on the Camino, who
were also staying with us. When it was time for dinner, all thirteen pilgrims gathered in
Fernandas kitchen to eat with her and her family. She fed us freshly picked fruits and vegetables
from her garden and fish that the fisherman had caught that day. After dinner, Fernandas
husband brought out a guitar and another pilgrim and I played for everyone. It was sad when we
had to leave the next morning, but the memories of that albergue would be stuck with me from
then on.
Along the way, we had many coincidences happen, which amplified the Camino
magic. My favorite occurred on our fourth day of walking. We had just made it to Ponte De
Lima, which is known for being the oldest village in Portugal. My mom, my grandma, and I
went into an albergue to get our pilgrims passports stamped so we would be able to get our
compostelas at the end of our pilgrimage. It seemed empty except for the lady at the front desk.
My mom and I quietly called the name of Tom, a friend we had met a few days ago, not
expecting anything to happen, but when we turned to leave the building I almost ran into him. He
The sixth day of our peregrination was one of the best. We stopped in Valena, Portugal.
There was an old Portuguese military fort that dated back to Roman times. It was used to guard
Portugal from Spain. That evening, we walked into the fort from our hotel. My adventurous side
came out and I ran up onto the grassy, massive fortress walls, leaving my mom and grandma
had come already. We had to cross a long narrow bridge with cars zooming past on our right
side. Another friend we had met along the way, Hank, caught up with us on the bridge. He took a
picture of our triumph as we stepped off the overpass. Hank walked with us a little ways, but
April 28th 2016, we knew we were close to Santiago, our final destination. My grandma
wasnt sure whether we could make the 15 mile walk from where we were to Santiago in one
day. We had pushed through 16 miles the day before, so we were all extremely tired. Everyones
feet were sore from all the cobblestones and other hard terrain. We put so much focus on our
journey that we soon lost track of how close Santiago was, and before we knew it, we had
walked into the city. Walking into Santiago was such a big accomplishment for me. I couldnt
believe we had finally finished our pilgrimage; we walked one hundred and fifty miles in twelve
days. I could barely wait to retrieve my compostela, a special certificate of completion that
I stood under the grand Cathedral after a twelve day trek across Portugal and Spain,
feeling more proud of myself than ever. My grandma, my mom, and I had completed the Camino
De Santiago Portugal and were rewarded with our compostelas. Our aching bandaged feet were
proof of the physical toll this trip had taken on us, but with our smiling faces it was hard to tell.
After going through the adventure with my mom and grandma, we definitely have a greater bond
than we did before. We grew closer to each other as well as growing inside ourselves. I think that
experience changed me a lot. I have knowledge from my journey that no one else can say they
have. Many people may have walked the same path, but no one has walked my Camino.