• Iain Colville
  • Iain Colville

Colville on the Caminho 2

A 17-day adventure by Iain. Read more
  • Exploring Santiago 1

    October 2 in Spain ☁️ 22 °C

    After getting sorted at the albergue and being delighted to take off my walking shoes after today’s 25km or so, I headed first for a nearby bar for celebratory refreshments.

    I then walked back across the Praza do Obradoiro (Workshop square), in part to see whether I spotted anyone else I knew who had just arrived. The buzz of raw emotion and whoops of joy are quite something to witness, as others arrive before the cathedral.

    Having soaked up a little more of the atmosphere, I thought I’d see what the queue was like at the Pilgrim Office, which is a 5 minute walk from the square. I’d already pre-registered my personal details before leaving the UK, and so already had a QR code for the staff to access my information. There are kiosks to do this upon arrival as well as a QR code to scan for the registration page.

    The security guard at the door checked that I already had my registration code and handed me a slip of paper, with a further QR code and the number of my place in the queue. I was directed into a corridor with a screen above the far doors, and a handful of happy pilgrims in front of me. Every 15-30 seconds or so the screen displayed the next number and assigned desk (about 10 or so were in action today).

    After little more than a minute, my number came up, allocating me to desk 7. The friendly volunteer took my credencial and asked how my Camino had been. He scanned my QR codes and checked the details, before examining my credencial (with somewhat more scrutiny than I remember from the last time!)

    The volunteer congratulated me on completing my pilgrimage and presented my with my Compostela, explaining that my first name had been translated into Latin. He then asked if I also wanted to have a distance certificate too for a small charge.

    After paying at the cash desk for the distance certificate and a protective tube, I headed out into the garden behind the pilgrim office building. I’d completely missed this last time but it was lovely to sit for a moment, in the shade of this beautiful and peaceful oasis.

    With only about 45 minutes before the service was due to start, I retraced my steps back to the Praza do Obradoiro and the round to the cathedral entrance in the next square, the Praza das Praterías (Silversmith square) in order to see what the queue for the 7.30pm Mass looked like.

    The queue wasn’t took long and was moving reasonably quickly and so I joined the line. I knew I’d be lucky to find a seat this close to the start of the Mass, as you usually need to be on the queue at least an hour before to get a seat.

    As anticipated, all the seats were indeed taken but, I got inside the cathedral and found a pillar to lean against and to take some of the weight off my feet. The cathedral have recently launched an app which is meant to provide an AI-driven simultaneous translation of the Mass into half a dozen languages. Despite having it pre-loaded and apparently ready to go, the app didn’t connect to the dedicated network inside the building, and there was no mobile signal otherwise.

    I therefore had to rely upon my bilingual liturgy book and my rudimentary familiarity with the Mass.

    Nuns sang accompanied by one of the 2 organs (which was just above my head) which was lovely. I just about managed to join in with the congregation’s part in the responsive sung Psalm, although I couldn’t quite catch the words. The lectionary said the Psalm should have been Psalm 139 and that the responsibility line should have been “Guíame, Señor, por el camino eterno” (Guide me, Lord, along the everlasting way) which was something like what we were led to sing.

    The gospel reading was from the first verses of Matthew 18 (which I had on my phone in English), and I think got the gist of about 30% of the homily, which sought to connect coming to Jesus humbly and like a child (as per Matthew 18v3) and the simplicity and humility of the pilgrim’s journey on the Camino.

    There was no swinging of the Botafumeiro, a huge thurible or incense censor, because it’s been taken down to allow scaffolding in the central crossing, whilst restoration works are underway to the ceiling. I gather it will be back in December and will be swung at every Mass (4x a day) next calendar year because it’s a Holy Year in Santiago.

    After Mass, I found a convenient and reasonable restaurant for a meal after the service.

    Later, I went back to the main square, the Praza do Obradoiro, hoping to see the nightly performance of a band of Galician musicians playing traditional instruments, who were at least initially all local law students. Unfortunately it turned out that the band aren’t performing at present due to an indefinite protest camp of tents at the back of the square, protesting about the lack of availability of housing in the city.

    However, I did find my other Israeli friend who also arrived today and who was also looking for the band and so we went for a drink together instead and it was lovely to catch up and hear in particular about the Spiritual Variant.
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  • I’d agreed to meet several friends for breakfast, not least to say farewell to those who were shortly leaving Santiago.

    Some of us made it to the cafe where we’d planned, but were only able to secure a small table. We had a first round of coffee and breakfast, and then we had to relocate to another cafe when the others arrived and there was space.

    In some ways the second cafe was in a far better location, with lots of space and right on the road where the Camino Português entered the historic centre. We were able to spot and call to various friends as they came by - including another Canadian friend from Casa de Fernanda, a German couple who’d stayed at many of the municipal albergues as some of us, and 2. British couples I’d chatted with yesterday (but who had a shorter day and had stayed a little outside Santiago last night).

    After breakfast, several friends were heading off, some to go to Fistera/Finisterre (on the Atlantic coast), others to catch buses or trains before flying home. It’s been lovely to walk with at least some part of the way with each of these and so there were fond and sad farewells.

    Another friend and I who weren’t going yet went to meet our other Canadian friend who’d just arrived. We had a celebratory drink together overlooking the Praza do Obradoiro.

    I then returned to the Catedral in order to complete the remaining traditions of a pilgrim to Santiago. I joined the queue on the east side of the cathedral, in the Praza da Quintana, in order to gain access to the central altar structure, to hug St James (or rather his statue) and then to see the reliquary said to contain his bones.

    The line moved steadily and I spoke briefly with some Texans who were just in front of me. Apparently there was a special mass being conducted by a bishop, which meant that the main public access to the Catedral was closed for now, but this had no impact upon the queue to embrace the St James and see the tomb.

    It was soon my turn to ascend the steps to the space within the main altar and behind the large statue of St James, to put my arms around his silver cloak for a brief moment.

    Next the line led down to the reliquary, which is below the main altar.
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    Trip end
    October 4, 2026