tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72266048444274785502024-03-13T12:26:54.330-03:0040 dias no Caminho de SantiagoUma narrativa descritiva e informativa com fotos, dicas e experiências sobre os 800 quilômetros do Caminho Francês de Santiago, desde Saint Jean Pied de Port na França até Santiago de Compostela na Espanha.
O relato poderá ser acompanhado desde o princípio clicando nos arquivos dia após dia.Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-86389165887586978742011-04-08T22:10:00.013-03:002015-10-27T21:59:31.492-02:00De onde me visitam<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Estou super feliz...o blog já recebeu...em pouco mais de um ano...1608 visitantes...em mais de 10000 visualizações de páginas!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Agradeço a companhia...de coração!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Vamos continuar divulgando...mais pessoas "devem se contaminar" com o vírus do Caminho de Santiago...conto com vocês!...posso?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Buen Camino...com um abraço peregrino...pela esquerda...coração com coração...tentem...experimentem....a energia do AMOR faz o coração bater em compasso diferente...numa inesquecível sensação de partilha.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">MUITO OBRIGADA! </span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-13077176368361546942010-06-01T17:07:00.081-03:002010-06-03T00:14:15.188-03:00Últimos dias em Santiago<span style="font-size: x-large;">21/05/09 </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Voltei à praça...para desfrutar de <span style="font-size: large;">tudo com calma...menos comoção.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Queria muito rever os companheiros...chegavam devagar...curiosos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVN2x4adFI/AAAAAAAAB4w/066e1D8eQQA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVN2x4adFI/AAAAAAAAB4w/066e1D8eQQA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1840.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Surgiam comovidos...como eu estivera...sentavam na mesma mureta...arriados. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVOmPwz36I/AAAAAAAAB44/dSn5ob9MP4w/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVOmPwz36I/AAAAAAAAB44/dSn5ob9MP4w/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1839.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grupos folclóricos bailavam...castanholas...batida flamenca...olhava sentada na escada...acompanhava o ritmo.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVLuoPsa0I/AAAAAAAAB4g/WuEXkSFwddg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVLuoPsa0I/AAAAAAAAB4g/WuEXkSFwddg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1830.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia muita gente pelas ruas<em>..."fiestas"...</em>não mais <em>"siestas"...</em>por onde se passava.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVPpMXdnNI/AAAAAAAAB5A/1vm248zG5uk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1832.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVPpMXdnNI/AAAAAAAAB5A/1vm248zG5uk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1832.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O som da música inundava tudo...alegrava...ecoava...preenchia.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVJw0T_sYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/caI3tXnxZE8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1833.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVJw0T_sYI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/caI3tXnxZE8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1833.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O ritual...agora proibido...mandava tocar a cabeça na escultura do Mestre Mateo...Santo dos Croques...por três vezes...para adquirir sabedoria...universitários faziam isso...antigamente.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVRsKCp16I/AAAAAAAAB5I/714fC10i2QA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVRsKCp16I/AAAAAAAAB5I/714fC10i2QA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1829.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pórtico da Glória...grande era o desgaste da pedra tocada desde muitos anos atrás...tinha já o formato de mãos...os dedos se encaixariam direitinho...proibido fazer isso agora.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVSiGwVG0I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/HpdXTZdTj7s/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1828.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVSiGwVG0I/AAAAAAAAB5Q/HpdXTZdTj7s/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1828.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Visitei a cripta do apóstolo...respeito...silêncio...baú de prata continha os restos de Santiago...o grande responsável pelo estabelecimento daquela rota...proibido <em>"flash".</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Filmei o Botafumeiro de outro ângulo...presenciei a emoção dos recém-chegados.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><object height="385" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPDGA10htLo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DPDGA10htLo&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xd0d0d0&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="385"></embed></object></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">22/05/09</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Visitei parte do campus da Universidade de Santiago de Compostela...fundada em 1495...uma das mais importantes da Espanha.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVZ_h2NL3I/AAAAAAAAB5o/-23yLU_coeQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVZ_h2NL3I/AAAAAAAAB5o/-23yLU_coeQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1836.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Despedí-me várias vezes dos meus amigos...acabava reencontrando-os...Santiago não é muito grande.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mochila no bagageiro...para o aeroporto...recordava deles cantando<em>..."quem parte leva saudade de alguém...tá chegando a hora". </em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVbnaGJEII/AAAAAAAAB5w/f7oTFdDWY2I/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVbnaGJEII/AAAAAAAAB5w/f7oTFdDWY2I/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1843.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">23/05/09 <span style="font-size: large;">e</span> 24/05/09</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No avião...olhava minha credencial peregrina...totalmente carimbada com os selos do Caminho...meia-noite...fazia quarenta dias que eu saíra de casa.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O comissário achou que eu merecia...trouxe-me <em>"champagne"...</em>brindei sozinha...a mim...ao meu regresso.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quem sabe um dia retorno...faço o trecho Saint Jean Pied de Port-Roncesvalles...lá do começo...à pé...a travessia dos Pireneus...e aí eu conto. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVoIHL9gYI/AAAAAAAAB6w/88qT4oPLtCA/s1600/Diversos+002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/TAVoIHL9gYI/AAAAAAAAB6w/88qT4oPLtCA/s640/Diversos+002.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O que encontrei percorrendo o Caminho de Santiago? </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">É segredo...só compartilho comigo...descobrir o tesouro é possível...basta procurar...querer encontrar...aí mesmo...no seu coração.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Agora que cheguei ao final...desejo que o exercício de recordação a que me propus...tenha sido benéfico...de alguma forma...para você que acompanhou esse relato. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muito obrigada pelas visitas...pela paciência...pela companhia nesses cinco meses.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desejo agora ler seu comentário...sensações...impressões...críticas.</span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com52tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-34809395406573884462010-05-29T17:29:00.449-03:002015-12-08T21:47:14.678-02:00Lavacolla-Santiago de Compostela<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">20/05/09</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large; text-align: justify;"> A pé...passo a passo...sem tirar nem um dia os pés do chão chegava ao meu destino...concha...cajado...água...simbologia emblemática peregrina.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Absurdamente cansada...quatro quilos mais magra...muito feliz...concretizava um sonho...o coração palpitava...quase o ouvia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tomava forma...depois da maternidade...talvez a maior realização da minha vida...aos 54 anos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela Rádio e Televisão Espanhola...na tela da vida pude rever meu passado...despir-me da vaidade...tive bastante tempo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cruzava o Monte do Gozo...enquanto passava pelo Monumento aos Peregrinos...1992...visita de João Paulo II a Santiago.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Exercitei atitudes...desapego</span><span style="font-size: large;">...disciplina...humildade...solidariedade...troca...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A torre da catedral...pensava nas pessoas que conhecera...nossas diferentes profissões...nacionalidades...idades...propósitos...expectativas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nesse momento...exatamente aqui...em frente ao Mosteiro Martiño Pinario...barroco do século XV...meu coração...minha alma...meu corpo...desmoronaram...finalmente estava lá.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A represa rompeu...sentada nessa mureta...debruçada sobre os bastões...o choro veio...catártico.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sentia mãos amigas...carinhosas...sobre minha cabeça...sobre meus ombros...respeitaram meu pranto...demorado...merecido.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Na Plaza del Obradoiro havia emissoras de televisão...respondia anestesiada...não sei para quem...nem para onde...alguém registrou o rosto inchado.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Dentro da catedral barroca...registrou a história num livro...datou...a mão sobre minha cabeça...abençoava-me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fila na escada para registrar nossa chegada...mais reencontros antes de pegar o suado <em>"diploma".</em> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Turistas nos abordavam...perguntavam se tinha valido a pena...só balançava a cabeça afirmativamente...comovida.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Admirados...reverentes...queriam ver a Compostelana...nosso <em>"diploma peregrino"...</em>escrito em latim.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tradicionalmente...antes da missa dos peregrinos...ao meio dia... nossos países eram citados em várias línguas...quantos éramos...de onde havíamos começado...que vontade de aplaudir!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Todos os queridos da minha vida também estavam lá...comigo em pensamento...com profunda gratidão sentia isso...era muito forte...como lá em Roncesvalles...muitos dias atrás.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Odores seculares impregnavam aquelas paredes...semblantes emocionados...abraços demorados...muita paz...na Catedral de Santiago...construída em 1075...época das Cruzadas...na Reconquista Cristã.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O Botafumeiro...incensário gigante iniciava seu bailado...60 quilos...1,60 metros de altura...aroma de alecrim..sons reconfortantes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Desidratávamos...olhando ao fundo o altar com a imagem de Santiago...o Maior.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Última foto de mochila...peregrinos do mundo...havíamos nos esforçado para nos olharmos sem julgamento...foi difícil...foi possível...a alegria era indescritível.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fomos de <em>"van"</em> para o Cabo Finisterre...o fim da terra...na Idade Média considerado o fim do mundo...nossa meta à pé era só até Santiago...que luxo sentar num veículo de quatro rodas!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Animados quase deixamos Bombom surdo...música brasileira...cantoria...o motorista...jornalista...fotógrafo...gostava de brasileiros.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Trecho fantástico...agradável...dia lindo...encantamento...felicidade.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cheiro de maresia...valentes...Karin e Rômulo entrariam na água gelada.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Não gosto de cerveja...não conheci o seu sabor espanhol...provei vários vinhos do norte...tintos encorpados...muito especiais.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Meninos haviam combinado de remover a barba juntos...no fim do mundo...meninas só queriam curtir o vento...vigoroso...energético. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O que sentiriam peregrinos medievais aqui...no alto desse penhasco de seiscentos metros de altura?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Para eles a terra era um <em>"platô"...</em>depois do oceano...um misterioso nada...a visão era magnífica.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Vitoriosos não sabíamos o que cada um sentia...intenso e mágico magnetismo unia nossas mãos...ligava nossas almas.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">A lenda mandava que se queimassem as roupas ali...depois de tantos dias fazia sentido...só tinha aquelas...de volta para casa...acharia meu armário um <em>"shopping"...</em>não queimei nada.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sentia-me leve...diferente...realizada...transformada...poderia voar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mal consegui dormir no Hotel Mexico...fora do Casco Antiguo de Santiago.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sem bagagem...o armário ficou vazio...xampu...hidratante...toalha grande...delícia!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dava-me conta de que caminhar tudo o que eu havia caminhado...racionalmente...a essa altura da vida...seria quase impossível...não foi.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cientistas dizem que o hemisfério direito do cérebro é responsável pelo prazer...o esquerdo pela razão...o pônei não estava nem um pouco preocupado com isso...nem eu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Percebia que havia decidido tudo com o coração...intuitivamente...não analiticamente...o perfume fresco e úmido dos pinheiros era reconfortante.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Uma teia de sol e sombra tatuava a pele do meu rosto...um carinho bem vindo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Com paixão havia me entregado...saído da zona de conforto...vivido meu sonho...em campos luxuosos e ricos de ouro...na maior simplicidade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Fisicamente sentia-me acabada...emocionalmente muito mexida...espiritualmente estaria renovada para sempre. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A Espanha atravessava um período difícil...2009 foi o ano da crise econômica mundial.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As pessoas improvisavam...faziam de tudo para sobreviver...em qualquer idade. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Encontrei um ciclista chorando...gesso fresco no braço...não chegaria de bicicleta ao final...uma pena...seus companheiros o esperariam na praça central...em Santiago de Compostela.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nossas ambulâncias e paramédicos haviam sido pessoas à beira do caminho...outros peregrinos em melhores condições físicas...todos voluntários do bem.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Caminhava pensativa...cabeça baixa</span><span style="font-size: large;">...exausta não teria condições de ir até o Monte do Gozo...mas queria muito cumprir minha promessa de chegar...junto com meus amigos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Karin e Rômulo...o casal mais bonito do caminho...fortaleceram-me com sua mensagem no chão...ninguém a havia pisado...respeitaram a comunicação peregrina...fotografei...comovida.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Conversei com três espanhóis no Hostal San Paio...amigos aposentados percorriam o caminho há dois meses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Caminhavam pouco por dia...chegavam...jogavam baralho...tomavam vinho...cerveja...curtiam.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Parabenizaram-me pela coragem...brindaram ao empenho da <em>"guapa brasileña"...</em>dei risada do elogio...estava destruída.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meu último entardecer...magnífico...em Lavacolla...onde a tradição mandava que se lavassem os pés...antes do <em>"gran finale".</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-70832224079224042442010-05-22T16:35:00.017-03:002010-05-23T12:53:43.740-03:00Palas del Rey-Arzúa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">18/05/09</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ultreya era a saudação medieval<em>..."para frente"...</em>Suseya<em> </em>agora no final...significava <em>"para cima".</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><em></em><span style="font-size: large;">Algo como evolução espiritual<em>...</em>realização humana...caminho para a outra dimensão...após a morte.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Olhava o alvorecer...tinha consciência que jamais chegaria à sua perfeição.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Poderia sempre me superar...tentaria pelo menos...um desafio para o retorno...para a rotina da vida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Fuerza peregrina!"...</em>com mais de dez séculos de história o Caminho de Santiago era o roteiro mais antigo e conhecido da Espanha.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Única rota que não se formou por razões comerciais...foi considerado Primeiro Itinerário Cultural Europeu...em 1987.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela Iglesia de San Xulian do Camino...românica...século XII...a Espanha era mesmo católica...havia sinais disso...o tempo todo. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sentia-me anestesiada...forte...flutuava...</span><span style="font-size: large;">liberava endorfinas...nada mais doía...muito louco.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se parasse...demorava para sentir-me eufórica...nosso relógio biológico era fantástico...poderoso. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela Iglesia de La Virgen de Las Nieves...fechada...para variar.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Improvisar era uma arte...colher de plástico quebrada...comi meu iogurte com o cabo do <em>"trim"...</em>lanchei no Bosque dos Peregrinos.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;">Após a travessia da puente medieval de Furelos...grata e emocionante surpresa...o padre da Iglesia de San Juan...essa cuja torre aparece na foto...nos esperava na rua...presenteava-nos com um livreto<em>..."HACER EL CAMINO"</em>... 52,3 quilômetros.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A alegria dos brasileiros encantava-o...mostrou-me uma imagem do famoso Cristo de Furelos...crucificado na mão esquerda...a direita estendida para baixo...para quem precisasse DELA.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aquela mão nunca havia me faltado...toquei-a muito emocionada...ele quis saber porquê...feliz pela minha história...registrou-a no livro da paróquia...datou...ambos assinamos.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em Melide a famosa <em>"pulpería" </em>A Garnacha...degustação de polvo...gratuita para peregrinos...tentei apreciar...negativo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Na Espanha do pós-guerra...anos 50...o Biscuter...carro desenhado por um francês foi muito utilizado...era barato...bom...engraçado. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A rua principal de Melide tinha muita história...e o caminho seguia.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Encontrei o espanhol Felix e mais gente conhecida em Ribadiso de Baixo...animada continuei.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Descansaria no Albergue Don Quijote...em Arzúa...na parte privada.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O queijo de Arzúa era </span><span style="font-size: large;">famoso em toda a Espanha...sabor delicado...cremoso...macio...inesquecível acompanhado de <em>"viño roxo".</em></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Karin era delicada e doce...Rômulo...Jota...Arruda...peregrinos cavalheiros...todos incríveis companheiros.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sempre me acolhiam...me incluíam...nossos reencontros eram regados a muito riso...alegria contagiante.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nesse restaurante deixavam-se impressões digitais e plantares...tradição.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não fizemos isso...levávamos e havíamos deixado impressões...em corações peregrinos...de todos os continentes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-76351168872805378122010-05-19T18:10:00.007-03:002010-05-19T22:32:59.158-03:00Portomarin-Palas del Rey<span style="font-size: x-large;">17/05/09</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pelo asfalto...muito trânsito...distrito industrial...fábrica de cerâmica Puertomarin.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Outra fábrica...COREN...alimentos para animais...muita chuva.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O fluxo humano aumentava...Islândia...Croácia...Grécia...Filipinas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">C</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">aminhos se cruzavam...trocavam-se aprendizado e conhecimento.</span></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Deficiências...barreiras físicas...de idade...financeiras...limitações de tempo...não deveriam ser impecilho para isso...eu só não sabia ainda como fazer acontecer.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Surgiria a ideia do <em>"blog" </em>quase um ano depois...poderia compartilhar tudo...beleza...cultura...história...lendas...experiências...fé.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O dique represado começou a extravazar...</span><span style="font-size: large;">lágrimas escorriam levemente pelo rosto...a mansidão invadia o meu coração.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span> <span style="font-size: large;">Isso não acontecia somente comigo...era quase uma regra...do final.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rita Lee foi lembrada...cantei para minhas amigas espanholas<em>..."o sexo frágil não foge à luta...gata borralheira você é princesa...".</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Um brasão medieval fixado na parede da <em>"habitación" </em>de pedras...marcava outro local histórico.</span> <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hóspedes ilustres haviam se hospedado ali...na Casa de Carneiro...a caminho de La Coruña.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sob chuva intensa...abrigo num estábulo...na recepção...mugidos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pablo me ofereceu leite...tirado na hora...quentinho...a caneca nem era muito limpa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Afloraram intensas recordações de infância...com meus primos...tios...avós...um tempo que jamais voltaria.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela Iglesia de San Tirso...em Palas del Rey...24 quilômetros.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Após a descida na entrada..à direita...pensão </span><span style="font-size: large;">Casa Curro...perfeita.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ofereceram-me internet...chá...mel para a tosse...guarda-chuva para passear...ainda sentia o odor das vacas...de seus dejetos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jantei sozinha...em frente à Prefeitura...brindei às bolhas dos pés...aos calos das mãos...um ano após eles ainda estariam lá.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saí no escuro...seis e meia da manhã...iria até Portomarin...34 quilômetros à frente...chegaria às quatro e meia da tarde.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Só para variar amanheceu chovendo...típico da Galícia na primavera...a lente da câmera registrava a precipitação da água.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Margaridas ladeavam a estrada...flores antiquíssimas e delicadas...brancas...símbolo da verdade...da pureza.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ansiedade era uma emoção incomum no caminho...só estava cansada...preguiça de fotografar com chuva...entrava em Sarria.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sentia muita serenidade...</span><span style="font-size: large;">calma...paz...meu interior estava simplificado...escancarava alegria...e toca subir a escadaria!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Grafitagem nos muros do caminho...muito diferente do que se via em meu país...em minha cidade.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Sarria era uma cidade simpática...o cedro...símbolo da vida...da força...da longevidade...olhava-a reverente.</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pelo Convento de La Magdalena...do século XIII...abrigou muitos peregrinos na Idade Média.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">PEREGRINO </span><span style="font-size: large;">vem do latim<em>..."per aegros...aquele que atravessa os campos"...</em>havíamos pisado numerosas pradarias desde a França. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nesse momento parou um ônibus...desceram muitas pessoas...excursão de peregrinos...fariam os últimos 100 quilômetros do Caminho.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sacaram seus <em>"paráguas"...</em>partiram felizes...desejei-lhes <em>"buen camino"</em>...nem me notaram...estavam agitados.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais um trecho pela floresta...nosso sossego acabava...a proximidade de Santiago traria muita gente ao caminho. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Parei numa área de descanso...tudo moderno...cantos gregorianos animavam quem estava cansado<em>..."un euro por un café con leche".</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Também existiam <em>"pichadores" </em>aqui<em>...</em>faltava muito pouco agora.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Percebia que estava no meu limite...exausta não conseguia parar de caminhar...o metabolismo estava em frangalhos...sentia-me feliz sim!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A chuva castigava...muitos tratores na zona rural...os condutores acenavam...ofereciam carona...recusávamos.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nesse local dei-me conta que havia esquecido a câmera...voltei dois quilômetros...contra o fluxo...estranhavam.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não podia perder TUDO que havia registrado...ela estava lá...nas mãos de outro peregrino...ele admirava minhas imagens...vibrei com o achado.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais gado...branco e preto...um time de futebol no gramado...mesmo odor de excremento da véspera...azedo...adocicado.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Portomarin antiga...do século IX...foi inundada pela represa Belesar...em 1962.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Só era visível quando as águas baixavam...não a veria com o dilúvio que acontecia nos últimos dias.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cruzei o rio Miño pela ponte de pedestres e carros...100 metros de altura...estava gelada...não era medo...ventava...era frio.</span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Na cabine telefônica tomei muita chuva...perdi todos os<em> "emails"</em> dos amigos peregrinos...na enxurrada...PENA!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na <em>"suíte"</em> do Hotel Villajardin não precisaria mais deixar tudo em ordem...não mais <em>"abre-fecha"</em> de mochila...não cortaria mais as unhas do pé na frente de ninguém. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Liberdade...privacidade total...secaria o meu pouco que era tudo em cabides...um luxo!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dizia-se que todos os monumentos foram desconstruídos...um a um...tijolos numerados...transferidos para a parte alta de Portomarin...reconstruídos depois. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Iglesia de San Juan...românica...do século XII...é um desses bons exemplos de preservação da cultura e história.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A <em>"pequeña señora"</em> quis tirar uma foto comigo...para que eu levasse a Santiago...ela sentia-se <em>"vieja"</em> para <em>"hacer el camino".'</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nessa mesa dividimos nossas dores e multiplicamos nossas alegrias...uma <em>"santa ceia"</em> cujo pão e vinho foram nossa felicidade...nossa amizade. </span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Combinamos de chegar juntos a Santiago...no mesmo dia...será que daria?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-47347826960788317272010-05-15T21:32:00.019-03:002010-05-16T11:29:13.222-03:00Fonfria- Píntin<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">15/05/09</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Até Triacastela havia um descida abrupta...de 1300 para 600 metros...os joelhos sofreriam...bastante.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem chuva a Galícia mostrava todo o seu esplendor...eu conversava com o silêncio...a resposta vinha pelo vento suave.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pessoas da minha vida estavam todas ali...comigo...tentava transmitir-lhes a sensação de paz e plenitude que eu sentia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8TN35ZHMI/AAAAAAAABnQ/JHIlOcc_0sg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1509.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8TN35ZHMI/AAAAAAAABnQ/JHIlOcc_0sg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1509.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dizia-se que a nobreza espanhola caçava ursos em Triacastela...era o século XIII...por <em>"Dios"</em>...não vi nenhum.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sinais da chuva da véspera no caminho...lama...poças de água.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;">Algumas castanheiras possuíam oito metros de diâmetro...eram seculares...imponentes...gigantes.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A primavera se mostrava...invadia tudo...rompia até pedras...explodia.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A igreja românica de Santiago de Triacastela era do século XVIII...cheirava a mofo.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia duas opções de trecho...escolhi a mais curta...pela direita...seria fiel ao Caminho de Santiago...iria por San Xil.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8ivhq3rSI/AAAAAAAABoA/DatIkPpka5A/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1525.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8ivhq3rSI/AAAAAAAABoA/DatIkPpka5A/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1525.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pelas montanhas...acompanhada por esquilos e borboletas...não conheceria a opção da esquerda...Samos...monastério beneditino do século VI. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8kmvSmgBI/AAAAAAAABoI/vtaD-Vlsg2Q/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1530.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8kmvSmgBI/AAAAAAAABoI/vtaD-Vlsg2Q/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1530.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Conheci pessoas que faziam o caminho por turismo...férias...era barato ficar em albergue...pela <span style="font-size: large;">aventura...pelo desafio.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8pNpaKt3I/AAAAAAAABoY/jb51figi81s/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8pNpaKt3I/AAAAAAAABoY/jb51figi81s/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1532.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por razões místicas...motivos religiosos...problemas de saúde...e<span style="font-size: large;">magrecer...casar...descasar.</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por gratidão...</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">mudar de e</span></span><span style="font-size: large;">mprego...reencontrar-se...tomar decisões... enfim...cada um sabia do seu porquê.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que decisões seriam tomadas?...o que pensariam agora?...estávamos quase no final da jornada...a emotividade se acentuava.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8un7YIofI/AAAAAAAABow/_GQc-HQaTgk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1546.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8un7YIofI/AAAAAAAABow/_GQc-HQaTgk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1546.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nesse trecho encontrei muito gado...vacas e bois eram fortes...grandes...lindos.</span></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Também encontrei ovelhas...baliam...alimentavam-se...eram graciosas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8vaRPbGyI/AAAAAAAABo4/KsA1l1vh378/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-8vaRPbGyI/AAAAAAAABo4/KsA1l1vh378/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1540.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esses animais teriam uma influência inesquecível em nossas narinas...em nossas botas<em>...</em>nos bastões<em>..."el día de la mierda".</em></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">A lama tornou-se mais lisa...deslizávamos muito...cheirava ardido...adocicado...azedo...insuportável...travei a respiração. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-81Q3esFzI/AAAAAAAABpA/Er6_59dFUfU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1542.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-81Q3esFzI/AAAAAAAABpA/Er6_59dFUfU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1542.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Minha pele estava seca...desidratada...o polvilho Granado nas axilas deixava a pele enrugada...só tinha um pedacinho de sabonete e filtro solar...hidratante havia acabado fazia dias...mesmo assim estava feliz!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-85Vu2tM8I/AAAAAAAABpI/mKFrloRaqHg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-85Vu2tM8I/AAAAAAAABpI/mKFrloRaqHg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1544.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Parei na Casa Cínes em Píntin...banhei-me...fiz um almoço-jantar<em>..."paella...pan...vino...pollo...yogur".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lavei toda <em>"la mierda"...</em>enfiei-me embaixo do cobertor...fiz minhas anotações...<em>"edredón y secador de pelos"</em> fizeram minha alegria.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-86cPKAcvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/6JH6jsHyPXY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1547.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-86cPKAcvI/AAAAAAAABpQ/6JH6jsHyPXY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1547.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-83419683457988087392010-05-11T21:12:00.010-03:002010-11-01T18:06:20.394-02:00Ruitélan- Fonfria<span style="font-size: x-large;">14/05/09</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Iniciava a subida...a Galícia nos aguardava...era a última das províncias do Caminho de Santiago...deixávamos as terras leonesas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-hyaPk9JMI/AAAAAAAABkI/5kXcQ2iOXm8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-hyaPk9JMI/AAAAAAAABkI/5kXcQ2iOXm8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1447.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sentia-me leve sem a mochila...só os bastões...o lanche num saquinho...a câmera...muita disposição.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seria preciso...o dia seria de doer!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h0J8JLxPI/AAAAAAAABkQ/_ELEpiyCLbs/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h0J8JLxPI/AAAAAAAABkQ/_ELEpiyCLbs/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1449.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vinte e três quilômetros de subida...num cenário bucólico...encantador.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h1oVXFiPI/AAAAAAAABkY/SGCHwdBLUyw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1450.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h1oVXFiPI/AAAAAAAABkY/SGCHwdBLUyw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1450.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia decidido ir pelas montanhas...isso tinha um preço...como tudo nessa vida...a chuva desabou...deslizávamos no barro.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h3fh9WstI/AAAAAAAABkg/Nz8umDVSSZA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h3fh9WstI/AAAAAAAABkg/Nz8umDVSSZA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1451.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passo a passo os dias passavam...nos esvaziávamos de cargas gigantescas...de coisas que ali...não faziam o menor sentido.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h5l5x9gwI/AAAAAAAABko/KBNL2_sj5Co/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1452.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h5l5x9gwI/AAAAAAAABko/KBNL2_sj5Co/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1452.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exigimos muito de nós mesmos...nos pressionamos com </span><span style="font-size: large;">horários...posicionamentos...atitudes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se permitirmos...esses caminhos serão sempre desgastantes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ali...ap</span><span style="font-size: large;">rendíamos a relativizar tudo isso...estresse...só na medida exata...se fosse muito necessário. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h8vNc9Y-I/AAAAAAAABkw/Jj1pfy9oUN0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1455.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-h8vNc9Y-I/AAAAAAAABkw/Jj1pfy9oUN0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1455.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como seria morar ali?...viver na Galícia?...desfrutar daquela beleza estonteante diariamente?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iCQ-FJlHI/AAAAAAAABk4/O-EvJyYabjo/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1457.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iCQ-FJlHI/AAAAAAAABk4/O-EvJyYabjo/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1457.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei para trás...curvas e mais curvas...barrentas...todas já ultrapassadas...magnífica a vista...o peito queimava...muito esforço. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iEDqr7aDI/AAAAAAAABlA/wSYz13XJIqo/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iEDqr7aDI/AAAAAAAABlA/wSYz13XJIqo/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1463.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">De repente...sem aviso...depois da curva...o Cebreiro...aldeia lendária do século IX com suas <em>"pallozas"...</em>casinhas ovais pré-romanas...de pedras...tetos de palha...da época celta<em>.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em></em></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iHLf0qGYI/AAAAAAAABlI/lTuxY4_jcPI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iHLf0qGYI/AAAAAAAABlI/lTuxY4_jcPI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1465.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais uma lenda do Caminho...os sinos tocavam na Idade Média para orientar os peregrinos em meio à névoa...era o ano 1300.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iIVPvQs5I/AAAAAAAABlQ/BG31PoHwoAI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1469.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iIVPvQs5I/AAAAAAAABlQ/BG31PoHwoAI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1469.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Num dia de chuva e densa cerração...um aldeão subiu a montanha...o padre praguejou...teria que rezar para o louco que enfrentara o mau tempo...estaria assim o dia? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iJv6wJS6I/AAAAAAAABlY/XoUuMSs1nrQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iJv6wJS6I/AAAAAAAABlY/XoUuMSs1nrQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1472.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nessa hora o milagre da transformação do vinho em sangue aconteceu...aqui...o Santo Graal da Espanha...linda história.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não visitei a igreja...não parei...estava tudo fechado...ventava demais...quase caí...estava encharcada...precisava chegar a Fonfria...minha mochila estaria lá.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iLzj2JUCI/AAAAAAAABlg/BUBfuCwQAjk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1466.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iLzj2JUCI/AAAAAAAABlg/BUBfuCwQAjk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1466.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Se duendes e fadas existissem ali poderia ser sua morada...parecia estar num conto de fadas...no bosque que povoava meus sonhos de infância...a névoa envolvia meu corpo...magicamente. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iPGCjkuwI/AAAAAAAABlo/t4EcCrKS-qs/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iPGCjkuwI/AAAAAAAABlo/t4EcCrKS-qs/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1473.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu amassaria muita lama até chegar lá embaixo...sem mochila o caminhar era leve...respirava profundamente...gritei meu nome...o eco respondeu...pensei rindo...quem disse que eu estava sem companhia?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iSO9TNOGI/AAAAAAAABlw/25oblXCxdUY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1476.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iSO9TNOGI/AAAAAAAABlw/25oblXCxdUY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1476.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Parei numa estalagem em Hospital de La Condesa...a capa encharcada secou próxima à lareira...aqueci meu corpo com <em>"café con leche"...</em>comprei chocolate...o casal de americanos estava lá...ela vibrava com meu desempenho <em>"alone"...</em>achei graça.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iUziQSnOI/AAAAAAAABl4/dryoiaVSmco/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1477.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iUziQSnOI/AAAAAAAABl4/dryoiaVSmco/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1477.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais subida...cerração forte...</span><span style="font-size: large;">granizo...</span><span style="font-size: large;">chuva...</span><span style="font-size: large;">frio...</span><span style="font-size: large;">queria sol escaldante.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iVzMIV0gI/AAAAAAAABmA/Cno4GWPixZ0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1479.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iVzMIV0gI/AAAAAAAABmA/Cno4GWPixZ0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1479.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chegava ao Alto de San Roque...1270 metros...literalmente estava nas alturas...o monumento ao peregrino falava por si...ventava muito.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iXmTmKeBI/AAAAAAAABmI/ANdJhGGgy_g/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1484.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iXmTmKeBI/AAAAAAAABmI/ANdJhGGgy_g/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1484.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ainda não havia comido...parei num<em> "pueblo</em>"...faminta comi <em>"tortilla con pan y vino". </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pessoas queridas reencontradas...felizes nos abraçamos...estavam lá...a coreana Chun Yoo...a sueca Karin...o brasileiro Rômulo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eram jovens...alegres...animados...dispostos...bons amigos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iZZLgc8ZI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZHZDTUp320o/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1485.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-iZZLgc8ZI/AAAAAAAABmQ/ZHZDTUp320o/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1485.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ásia...América...Europa...nessa combinação feminina...</span><span style="font-size: large;">eu era a mais velha...elas poderiam ser minhas filhas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mãos queimadas pelo sol...pareciam luvas marrons no contraste com meus braços.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-ibRmUg2BI/AAAAAAAABmY/JIkwlWWKuqg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1486.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-ibRmUg2BI/AAAAAAAABmY/JIkwlWWKuqg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1486.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais subida...Alto do Poio...1335 metros de altitude...que cenário!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Preenchia espaços no meu coração...com beleza e simplicidade...compactava tudo em compartimentos de energia...para sempre.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-ieiCBZ1bI/AAAAAAAABmg/vY9EJ3mySSc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-ieiCBZ1bI/AAAAAAAABmg/vY9EJ3mySSc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1491.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Minha mochila estava lá...no Albergue Reboleira...a hospitaleira galega me recebeu com imensa alegria...adorava brasileiros.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Angela gostava de <em>"bailar"...</em>ensaiamos alguns passos...era incansável...fazia tudo...cozinhava...recebia...cuidava...encantava.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui a última...contei umas 35 camas...era <em>"mucho para mi"...</em>decidi que dali em diante ficaria sozinha...paguei 25 euros pela <em>"suíte </em><em>nupcial"...</em>ótima. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-nlIrQ01fI/AAAAAAAABmo/lMyZK-42CQw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1494.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-nlIrQ01fI/AAAAAAAABmo/lMyZK-42CQw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1494.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Naquela mesa imensa seria preciso uma tradutora...ajudei-a a servir a ceia...recompensa...minha porção de <em>"vino y postre"</em> foi maior.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-nx1xJiKXI/AAAAAAAABmw/jCmN1Lw4lJw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-nx1xJiKXI/AAAAAAAABmw/jCmN1Lw4lJw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1495.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui dormir na </span><span style="font-size: large;">cama larga...</span><span style="font-size: large;">lençol cheiroso</span><span style="font-size: large;">...</span><span style="font-size: large;">travesseiro grande</span><span style="font-size: large;">...</span><span style="font-size: large;">macio...</span><span style="font-size: large;">cobertor...isso era </span><span style="font-size: large;">FELICIDADE!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-19135334465733654602010-05-09T23:06:00.017-03:002010-05-15T19:42:19.531-03:00Villafranca del Bierzo-Ruitélan<span style="font-size: x-large;">13/05/09</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Era cedo quando deixei Villafranca...a lua ainda passeava no céu.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-MglBfL0_I/AAAAAAAABhY/e8YZ8geb3KU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-MglBfL0_I/AAAAAAAABhY/e8YZ8geb3KU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1404.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seria um trajeto perigoso...beirando a rodovia...num vale.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-Mi48k30bI/AAAAAAAABhg/zA837b-zlik/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1408.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-Mi48k30bI/AAAAAAAABhg/zA837b-zlik/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1408.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enxergava-se pouco...muita neblina...sentiria medo em outras épocas...não mais agora...o dia acordava.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-Mj_iNLK8I/AAAAAAAABho/XD7jEYsIpis/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-Mj_iNLK8I/AAAAAAAABho/XD7jEYsIpis/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1409.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bendito lenço...subiu do pescoço para o rosto...o frio cortava a pele...queimava </span><span style="font-size: large;">os olhos...</span><span style="font-size: large;">respirar era </span><span style="font-size: large;">sofrido.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-MlEWZOmXI/AAAAAAAABhw/6YlpkUEL-gw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1410.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-MlEWZOmXI/AAAAAAAABhw/6YlpkUEL-gw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1410.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O fundo do vale era muito frio...estávamos emparedados...numa serra.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-dLZpiGoQI/AAAAAAAABiQ/JScnjC0RSeg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-dLZpiGoQI/AAAAAAAABiQ/JScnjC0RSeg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1406.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na sombra eu invejava o sol...queria que ele enviasse logo seu calor...estava gelada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-M_-Qi7bAI/AAAAAAAABh4/O_Rn0yXrh1Y/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-M_-Qi7bAI/AAAAAAAABh4/O_Rn0yXrh1Y/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1412.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O riacho corria...ligeiro...barulhento...próximo à água era mais frio...o sol estava preguiçoso.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-NB7bA-EqI/AAAAAAAABiA/lLAbqakCZXU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-NB7bA-EqI/AAAAAAAABiA/lLAbqakCZXU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1414.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em Trabadelo uma profunda inspirada nas roseiras me animou.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">S</span><span style="font-size: large;">uas pétalas estavam orvalhadas...perfumadas...umedeceram minhas narinas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caminhei um tempo acompanhada pelo riacho...pela floresta úmida...sentia-me muito segura...havia musgo pelo chão.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os caules engrossaram...pareciam a pele das minhas mãos e pés...uma bela floresta.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Troncos cortados mostravam proximidade com a civilização...o canadense me ultrapassou...estava feliz pela noite bem dormida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Uma madeireira no caminho...que cheiro bom!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caminhava pensativa...tentava decidir se subiria até o Cebreiro carregando a mochila.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais um trecho pela rodovia...mais desequilíbrio...alegremente tentava equilibrar as emoções.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reencontrei os catarinenses Jota e Arruda em La Portela de Valcarce...caminhavam com vigor...tinham ótima energia...eram do bem...alegres nos juntamos numa foto. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sonharia com campos de papoulas muito tempo depois no Brasil...acalmavam o coração...encantavam nossos olhos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mochila parada na estrada...alguém na mata exercitava sua fisiologia...educadamente desviava-se o olhar...rindo...óbvio.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não parei em Vega de Valcarce...os brasileiros iriam comer feijoada no albergue de brasileiros...era cedo ainda...resolvi seguir até Ruitélan.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não havia nada lá...só uma ermita abandonada...um café...e o Refúgio Pequeño Potala.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O espanhol em pé era rude mas simpático...nos recebia com música clássica suave...era relaxante.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tivemos uma ceia comunitária deliciosa...sopa de <em>"legumbres</em>"...espaguete à carbonara..."<em>natillas"..."vino y pan</em>"...à vontade.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A americana ficou encantada com minha viagem solitária...o marido não a deixava fazer nada sem ele. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trocamos experiências...ótimas conversas...estávamos juntos como nas olimpíadas...</span><span style="font-size: large;">Alemanha...Brasil...Espanha...Estados Unidos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fomos acordados às seis e meia com o som suave da Ave Maria e óperas...uma lágrima escorreu...cheiro de café fresco invadiu os dois dormitórios.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na véspera o hospitaleiro tentou me dissuadir quando pedi que levasse...de carro...minha mochila montanha acima...até o Cebreiro.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">"V<em>ocê tem muita energia...é valente...forte...será capaz...não tenha medo".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-dpsXELO8I/AAAAAAAABkA/v4MUuH0Cyu4/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S-dpsXELO8I/AAAAAAAABkA/v4MUuH0Cyu4/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1492.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não era medo...sabia que vinha chuva...que o trecho era dificílimo...não iria arriscar agora no final...não estava numa competição...sentia muito cansaço...tossia. <em> </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Haviam me desaconselhado a carregá-la nesse trecho íngreme ainda no Brasil...relutei...decidi pagar os 5 euros pedidos por isso...não me arrependi.</span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-55116745211880973492010-05-03T19:48:00.006-03:002013-05-15T14:29:32.955-03:00Ponferrada-Villafranca del Bierzo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Coube a mim ficar na parte de cima do beliche...preferia dormir embaixo...não tinha lanterna...a escuridão dificultava a referência da distância...à noite só se via um sinal sobre a porta<em>..."Salida"...</em>num luminoso vemelho. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Éramos seis mulheres...queria sair cedo...havia deixado um banco para descer...a tunisiana que procurava um marido no caminho foi a responsável.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I</span><span style="font-size: large;">rresponsável não quis deixar suas coisas no chão...tirou o banco do lugar...caí do beliche...ela ficou brava com o barulho...não se estabeleceu uma ponte de harmonia.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Las Médulas foram minas exploradas pelos romanos...800 toneladas de ouro foram extraídas das montanhas vermelhas espanholas...e</span><span style="font-size: large;">ra o primeiro século...ano 27 AC. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Essa linda casa é o quartel general da fundação que cuida desse patrimônio da humanidade...vou ter que voltar...conhecer um pouco dessa história de ouro romana...<em>"in loco".</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passei por muitos campos de papoulas vermelhas...tão vivas...elas pareciam querer conversar...a sensibilidade estava aguçadíssima.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mesmo sabendo que não deveria medir a distância...ou o tempo...regras para um bom peregrino...impossível não calcular quanto já havia andado.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aprendia a cada dia que passava que a vida era para ser celebrada com alegria...sem culpa...sem medo.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ela dava...também tirava...num processo educativo para nós peregrinos...continuar seria sempre preciso.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Resolvi parar nesse bosque...duas alemãs descansavam e comiam...a sueca Karin estava deitada com dores nos pés...pedi um sorriso para o Brasil.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Nesse momento pararam dois brasileiros...perguntaram de onde eu era...fiz o mesmo...o Jota e o Arruda...bela dupla...grandes amigos faziam o caminho juntos...seríamos companheiros mais à frente. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Em Cacabelos um <em>"lagar de vino"...</em>artefato antigo de fazer vinho...século XVIII. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quantas bocas e almas essa máquina teria adoçado com o sumo fermentado das uvas desse caminho mítico e místico?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Olhei para trás...Cacabelos e seus <em>"viñedos"</em> me disseram <em>"adiós".</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Tradição...os donos de plantações não colhem as frutas que avançam da cerca para fora...deixam-nas lá...alimento para os peregrinos...as cerejas eram MARAVILHOSAS! </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O castelo-fortaleza de Villafranca del Bierzo era do século XVI...passei pelo famoso refúgio Ave Fenix...entrei...conheci o gaúcho Rômulo...falo dele depois...preferi seguir...estava bem.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela Colegiata...foi monastério da ordem francesa de Clunny...mistura do gótico...barroco...renascentista...</span><span style="font-size: large;">construída em 1070...lindo...de traçado delicado.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Percebi que um peregrino me seguia...me olhava...estava desesperado...mostrou-me os braços cheios de picadas de pulgas...hoje sei que eram de percevejos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">E</span><span style="font-size: large;">ra canadense...estava sem sorte nas suas hospedagens...</span><span style="font-size: large;">não havia levado <em>"spray" </em>para os insetos...pulgas...carrapatos...percevejos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Aproximou-se quando viu que eu me defendia em português...espanhol...inglês. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Pediu para me acompanhar até o refúgio...queria ficar bem instalado...não conseguia se comunicar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Havia um ótimo refúgio particular...no final da vila...limpo e acolhedor...com quartos coletivos e privados...Albergue de La Piedra.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">O psicólogo canadense ficou radiante quando viu as instalações...disse-me que eu havia sido seu anjo do caminho.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">El Acebo ficava numa encosta...suas casinhas tinham escadas externas para subir ao segundo piso.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pessoas do mundo inteiro passavam ali...como seria viver à beira do caminho e não percorrê-lo?</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muitas vezes fazemos isso...ficamos à margem...não mergulhamos...aprofundar-se às vezes pode doer...ali doía...muito.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dia de muitas descidas...noite bem dormida...a calefação e o delicioso <em>"desayuno"</em> me revigoraram...pronta para seguir. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Delicadeza e simplicidade silenciosas de moradores em Riego de Ambros...bancos e bênçãos à porta de suas casas...para quem deles precisasse.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tive que passar abaixada...o túnel de galhos segurou a mochila...sozinha demorei para me desvencilhar...fiquei presa como num varal...só risada! </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Depois do enrosco...um número de circo...equilíbrio em troncos úmidos e escorregadios...prêmio...não cair na lama.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era muito fresco ali...um convite irrecusável...perfeito...parei. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quantas confissões deveriam ter sido feitas sob essas árvores seculares...eram absurdamente acolhedoras...mágicas eu diria.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Mais e mais eu me conhecia...era o autoconhecimento se aprofundando...a coragem crescia.</span><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trilha estreita...atenção redobrada na encosta perigosa...a mochila puxava o corpo para a esquerda...para baixo...desequilibrava. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9n0X5BBqCI/AAAAAAAABa4/EJhgz2WTCZY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1279.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9n0X5BBqCI/AAAAAAAABa4/EJhgz2WTCZY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1279.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></span></a><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu estreitava os laços com a vida...apreciava o que reencontrava. </span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Verde-amarelo na encosta...nossas cores...a saudade se instalava.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: large;">Bem lá embaixo a rodovia...fazia tempo que não sentava num carro.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muito devagar cruzei a Calle Mayor...silenciosa...deserta...colorida. </span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Casa moderna...garagem abrindo...gentis me deixaram passar<em>..."Buen Camino!". </em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nos quadriculados do jogo de xadrez da natureza...um xeque-mate na sensibilidade.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Escudos e brasões nas paredes e portas...charme extra ao caminho.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Céu carregado...sol...muitas nuvens...já conhecia aqueles sinais...chuva.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esculturas pontilhavam a cidade...o músico e seus alunos conversavam na Calle Jardines de Ponferrada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fila no Albergue Paroquial...portas fechadas...voluntários despreendidos...alegres...cuidavam de bolhas e tendinites. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um burro peregrino no jardim...dormiria fora...seu dono antes de descansar cuidou dele com muito carinho.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A cruz de flores no jardim da fortaleza do século XII marcava um local histórico...a sede dos Cavaleiros da Ordem do Templo.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Imponente...fechado para visitas...pena...ponto negativo.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Circundei-o...de olhos fechados imaginava cavaleiros com manto branco adornado pela cruz vermelha...atravessavam a ponte...a galope...partiam. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9o6tOvVAPI/AAAAAAAABeI/swq7SdNn5Fk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9o6tOvVAPI/AAAAAAAABeI/swq7SdNn5Fk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1329.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div><span style="font-size: large;">Os Templários surgiram na época das Cruzadas...1096...protegiam peregrinos que iam para Jerusalém...muçulmanos a ocuparam por muitos anos...cristãos não eram bem vindos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Napoleão também passou por Ponferrada...destruíram o castelo parcialmente em 1808...não queriam que ele o ocupasse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela Torre del Reloj...último resquício das muralhas medievais dos portões da cidade.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Estava cansadíssima...a tosse permanecia...queria mesmo assim ver tudo...a Plaza del Ayuntamento era simétrica e bela.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Cozinhei tortellini de espinafre com ricota...juntei queijo grana padano...jantei muito...a cozinha cheirava a tempero e gente...p</span><span style="font-size: large;">oucos tomaram banho...não havia água quente.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Um cesto de roupas...chapéus...luvas...peso em excesso deixado por viajantes no albergue...fez a alegria de outros...brechó em Ponferrada. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Outra escultura...das <em>"Pimenteiras"...</em>colhedoras de pimenta. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nesse marco...202,5 quilômetros...tive a certeza que chegaria...até então era só uma tentativa...Santiago me veria em alguns dias!</span><br />
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</div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-23668377233495104762010-04-23T20:40:00.079-03:002010-04-24T16:26:04.852-03:00Rabanal del Camino-El Acebo<span style="font-size: x-large;">10/05/09</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O carioca que caminhou um pouco comigo não estava gostando de nada...reclamava da comida...dos espanhóis...dos preços...dos albergues<em>..."peregrino precisa ter mais conforto...não imaginava que sofreria tantas privações Leila!".</em></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No cruzamento do asfalto ligou para a esposa...iriam gastar seus euros em Paris...tentei demovê-lo da ideia...ali mesmo pegou carona...desistiu...não estava pronto para os <em>"perrengues".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9HyyafwtVI/AAAAAAAABWQ/nNyyymOHlpY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9HyyafwtVI/AAAAAAAABWQ/nNyyymOHlpY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1211.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Segui em meio à forte neblina...mal se visualizavam os sinais para se chegar à vila templária.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9H0tYl0r5I/AAAAAAAABWY/vHodYLNWWVA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1212.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9H0tYl0r5I/AAAAAAAABWY/vHodYLNWWVA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1212.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O dia me preparava uma surpresa daquelas...sentia-me inquieta...sabia por onde teria que passar...esperava desde o Brasil por esse momento.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Deixei que o peregrino sumisse na íngreme subida...queria viver aquele momento sozinha...uma lenda dizia que Foncebadón...vila mais à frente era amaldiçoada. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Contavam-se muitas histórias...cães raivosos atacavam peregrinos e ovelhas indefesas...outra função dos bastões era mantê-los distantes...segurei os meus com firmeza...silenciosamente pedi proteção a Deus.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dizia-se que na Idade Média vários habitantes dessa vila foram presos dentro de uma igreja e queimados...vivos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A cruz marcava o local onde isso aconteceu...muitos séculos atrás.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não se ouvia ruído algum...o vento parecia haver parado...tudo abandonado...não estava sugestionada...a energia não era boa...sozinha não poderia sequer pensar em perder a lucidez...ainda mais ali. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei para trás...para o local onde o último a entrar na igreja olhou para os carrascos da Inquisição e disse que o lugar seria para sempre maldito...que n</span><span style="font-size: large;">em vida nem nada de bom jamais vingaria ali.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meu coração acelerou...respirar ficou mais difícil...altitude de 1400 metros...tensão...medo...congestão nasal...sudorese intensa.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um cão marrom enorme...feio...manchado de laranja e cinza lambia calmamente suas partes íntimas...estava bem no meio do caminho... eu queria documentar o momento...talvez ele não me visse...gelei!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IG8dtGJoI/AAAAAAAABXY/vgyX9D-j4RI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1222.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IG8dtGJoI/AAAAAAAABXY/vgyX9D-j4RI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1222.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ele levantou a cabeça...me analisou...mostrou os dentes e rosnou longamente...arrepiei inteirinha...até à nuca...só saiu um<em>..."Hola! Que tal?".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Imediatamente ele se deitou dormindo...experiência inacreditável.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IKlRCEBSI/AAAAAAAABXg/yi4oDy-JxuU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IKlRCEBSI/AAAAAAAABXg/yi4oDy-JxuU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1223.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje fico pensando porque teria <em>"hablado"</em> em espanhol...foi para que ele entendesse que eu respeitava aquele local sagrado e de muito sofrimento...me deixou passar...segui arrepiada e f</span><span style="font-size: large;">eliz...ele havia percebido que minha missão era de paz. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IMXinzFQI/AAAAAAAABXo/VqBPm6ftgnk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1224.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IMXinzFQI/AAAAAAAABXo/VqBPm6ftgnk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1224.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chegava ao ponto mais alto de todo o Caminho de Santiago...1504 metros de altitude...no meio da névoa consegui ver um monte enorme de pedras.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IOcPg0FYI/AAAAAAAABXw/AwPyJZFQZCc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1227.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IOcPg0FYI/AAAAAAAABXw/AwPyJZFQZCc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1227.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era a </span><span style="font-size: large;">Cruce de Ferro...outro monumento emblemático...simples e pleno de significados...ali se deixavam pedidos...dores...gratidão...essa última muito mais presente na minha viagem pela vida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-size: large;"></span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Subi lá no alto...estava muito emocionada...deixei uma pedra brasileira embrulhada num papel com muitos nomes...alguns donos desses nomes nem sabiam disso...outros sim...talvez estejam até lendo esse relato.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9ISdr7QtiI/AAAAAAAABX4/jukKk721sxE/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1225.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9ISdr7QtiI/AAAAAAAABX4/jukKk721sxE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1225.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Apesar da cerração era muito agradável a descida...outra emoção me aguardava mais embaixo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IVzm5pt2I/AAAAAAAABYA/W3ssjhVvpR8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1229.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IVzm5pt2I/AAAAAAAABYA/W3ssjhVvpR8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1229.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ouvi um sino batendo várias vezes...de longe vi nossa bandeira...propaganda do Caminho do Sol...peregrinação brasileira.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IXFyTP2zI/AAAAAAAABYI/BBwPkoqKfvs/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IXFyTP2zI/AAAAAAAABYI/BBwPkoqKfvs/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1230.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Além do alento dado pelo sino aos que ainda persistiam...Tomás...ermitão à minha direita...e seus parceiros nos acolhiam com café quentinho...em Manjarin. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IYYSXCpXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/PL8xva6KSB4/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IYYSXCpXI/AAAAAAAABYQ/PL8xva6KSB4/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1231.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O vale mostrava belezas impactantes...delicadas...eu estava acima das nuvens de neblina.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A sensação de plenitude era indescritível...em verde...rosa...amarelo...branco.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: large;">O silêncio e o espaço à minha volta estavam cheios da presença ausente de pessoas queridas...isso era muito forte no meu coração.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9I0DmWwG0I/AAAAAAAABZw/OE7j7jvzi1Q/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9I0DmWwG0I/AAAAAAAABZw/OE7j7jvzi1Q/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1240.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enquanto subia pensava se o carioca se arrependeria um dia por ter trocado as pedras do Caminho de Santiago pela Avenue des Champs Elysées.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9JFe2naFSI/AAAAAAAABZ4/3HIc3pOkODc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1247.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9JFe2naFSI/AAAAAAAABZ4/3HIc3pOkODc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1247.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Provavelmente não...só seria possível percorrer o caminho quem estivesse mesmo disposto à interiorização...custasse o que custasse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IiXgYjvCI/AAAAAAAABYo/KKFjv7PSBpM/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9IiXgYjvCI/AAAAAAAABYo/KKFjv7PSBpM/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1250.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dediquei todas as alegrias e dificuldades desse dia aos meus filhos...era dia das mães no Brasil...não consegui falar com eles...estava num local ermo.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9Il-cL0gvI/AAAAAAAABZA/l08A4TLUEmo/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9Il-cL0gvI/AAAAAAAABZA/l08A4TLUEmo/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1255.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os joelhos doíam muito...fazia frio...chovia...estava exausta...parei em El Acebo.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Bati no primeiro refúgio da vila...tinha aquecedor...precisava muito do calor...fiquei ali.</span><br />
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</div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meu quarto era quente...uma jóia...de pedras...meu presente do dia das mães.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9ItoYFXVuI/AAAAAAAABZY/AuvliqVLvYk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1259.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S9ItoYFXVuI/AAAAAAAABZY/AuvliqVLvYk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1259.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lavei toda a roupa suja de barro...pendurei aonde deu...lá fora.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui comprar meu jantar...brindei sozinha...às mães peregrinas do Caminho...e às dos caminhos da vida! </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-16052570059912798872010-04-20T14:49:00.009-03:002011-05-04T21:46:50.492-03:00Astorga-Rabanal del Camino<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-size: x-large;">09/05/09</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Descansada e tranquila bati a porta da pensão às seis e meia...eles ainda dormiam...meu bilhetinho sobre a cama agradecia a hospedagem e o chá quente com mel.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Só eu na rua...silêncio absoluto...que delícia de manhã!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O amanhecer me renovava sempre...adeus febre...na véspera não achava que acordaria assim...mistérios do caminho.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;">Dia claro e limpo...fotografar não era tarefa difícil.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O caminho passava ao lado de Murias de Rechivaldo...não parei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"> O dia estava tão brilhante...tão vivo...energizante...nos preenchia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zHyfofN_I/AAAAAAAABTg/b3I0BFuHg3U/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zHyfofN_I/AAAAAAAABTg/b3I0BFuHg3U/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1172.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Flores coloridas cresciam em meio às pedras...que esforço elas fariam para isso!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como na vida...sobreviver entre os obstáculos do dia a dia era possível...a escola estava ali.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A natureza magicamente nos transformava...nos dávamos conta que sem movimento...nunca haveria transformação.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As Associações dos Amigos do Caminho tinham muito trabalho com as sinalizações...mexer nelas significava transtorno para quem vinha depois...havia muito respeito...sinais intactos...sempre.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Certificava-me a cada dia que não tinha sido louca em dar o primeiro passo e vir...sozinha...sentia uma felicidade imensurável.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zOcXcyhLI/AAAAAAAABT4/_uneDr47Oj0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1174.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zOcXcyhLI/AAAAAAAABT4/_uneDr47Oj0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1174.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Santa Catalina de Somoza se aproximava...mãos esfoladas...estavam doloridas.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reencontrei a bonequinha Yoko numa <em>"tienda"...</em>comprava água e sabonete<em>...</em>comunicava-se com desembaraço...agradecia e se inclinava à moda oriental...nos abraçamos felizes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zaf8-3vCI/AAAAAAAABUQ/uhox4nYIoXE/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1179.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zaf8-3vCI/AAAAAAAABUQ/uhox4nYIoXE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1179.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais dois companheiros de Roncesvalles...espanhóis...um deles sempre alegre...coincidentemente chamava-se Felix. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zbZKPRbCI/AAAAAAAABUY/vtKKjwn6rBQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zbZKPRbCI/AAAAAAAABUY/vtKKjwn6rBQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1177.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sou mais amiga dos cães que dos gatos...esses tinham olhos azulados...enrodilharam-se nas minhas pernas...miaram...retribuí seu afago.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zb48tmMoI/AAAAAAAABUg/BJSa3lYqOHw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8zb48tmMoI/AAAAAAAABUg/BJSa3lYqOHw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1181.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O terreno plano da Meseta acabava aqui...outra etapa de terreno irregular começava.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S829cuRJ4LI/AAAAAAAABUo/_uG7B8oTD9M/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1183.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S829cuRJ4LI/AAAAAAAABUo/_uG7B8oTD9M/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1183.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na Iglesia Parroquial de El Ganso...só a cegonha nos recebia...ninguém na rua. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O tronco do pinheiro foi minha mesa...minha cadeira...minha cama...as árvores me deram sombra e perfume...não era preciso mais nada...só as pessoas queridas da minha vida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83BxHhgebI/AAAAAAAABU4/8KFZAjx9hNQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83BxHhgebI/AAAAAAAABU4/8KFZAjx9hNQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1190.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais subida...mais cruzes na cerca...pedras ponteagudas e empoeiradas...calor. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Disse adeus à Cordilheira Cantábrica...companheira distante...ela havia compartilhado bons e maus momentos...ouviu meus desabafos...conheceu meus medos e segredos...foi meu último contato com seu olhar branco e pacificador.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83SWi2WgMI/AAAAAAAABVI/IaC-95QbXzA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1194.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83SWi2WgMI/AAAAAAAABVI/IaC-95QbXzA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1194.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um habitante gigante...olhava atentamente suas ovelhas...desviou seu olhar sereno para mim.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83ThUbEEmI/AAAAAAAABVQ/NSy9ucvD5AY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83ThUbEEmI/AAAAAAAABVQ/NSy9ucvD5AY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1195.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Rabanal del Camino...havia subido de 800 para 1156 metros...cansada esperei durante quase três horas que o Refúgio Gaucelmo reformado e mantido por voluntários ingleses abrisse. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui a primeira...tinha direito de escolher minha cama...fiz isso...perto da porta...não queria incomodar ninguém com a tosse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83Y56FLH8I/AAAAAAAABVY/op3V5W6p3KY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1199.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83Y56FLH8I/AAAAAAAABVY/op3V5W6p3KY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1199.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era lindo...bem cuidado...chá das cinco...simples...deliciosamente britânico...preparado por duas voluntárias que já haviam feito o Caminho...as ervas haviam sido trazidas da Inglaterra...muitos anos atrás.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83by3BQOPI/AAAAAAAABVg/YjgQ2gy7Euc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1200.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83by3BQOPI/AAAAAAAABVg/YjgQ2gy7Euc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1200.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui dar um passeio...comprar comida, água e creme dental...<em>''como seria viver em uma casa toda de pedras?"</em>...o senhor talvez nunca tivesse saído da vila...talvez só soubesse do mundo pelos peregrinos...conversamos um pouco sentados nos bancos. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83erfVXXDI/AAAAAAAABVo/yALG2qL_fqw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83erfVXXDI/AAAAAAAABVo/yALG2qL_fqw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1203.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Monges beneditinos nos visitaram...se disponibilizavam para conversar com peregrinos tristes...não era meu caso disse-me um da Baviera quando olhou para mim<em>..."você é a imagem da alegria!".</em> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83hlaHfrJI/AAAAAAAABVw/kg2utLE4gjc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1380.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83hlaHfrJI/AAAAAAAABVw/kg2utLE4gjc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1380.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na Iglesia românica de Santa Maria havia uma celebração para os peregrinos...estava frio...toda de pedras era muito gelada...não consegui ficar...fui jantar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O entardecer no Caminho não entristecia...ao contrário...sinalizava que mais um ciclo se cumpria...e que devíamos viver um dia de cada vez...a natureza tão antiga...fazia isso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Compreender e apreender esse ensinamento trazia muita paz e serenidade. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83kaMupFPI/AAAAAAAABWA/6DrJp8xjU5I/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1204.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S83kaMupFPI/AAAAAAAABWA/6DrJp8xjU5I/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1204.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Já deitada...nariz entupido...minha companheira de beliche...uma doçura dinamarquesa...perguntou-me se eu estava pronta para dormir...balancei a cabeça afirmativamente num acesso de tosse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Identificou-se como reflexologista...desceu...massageou meus pés carinhosamente por quase uma hora...queria que eu tivesse uma boa noite de sono...relaxei tanto que dormi...sem tosse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Só pude agradecê-la de manhã...não sabia como...ela pediu somente o meu sorriso...que exercício de doação e solidariedade!</span></div></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-66775557419560918642010-04-17T17:32:00.013-03:002010-04-18T20:15:21.684-03:00Hospital de Órbigo-Astorga<span style="font-size: x-large;">08/05/09</span><br />
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<div align="justify"><span style="font-size: large;">Noite péssima...febre...antitérmico...estrada...olhei para trás...a Iglesia de San Juan Bautista despediu-se.</span></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nELVDHLSI/AAAAAAAABO4/gKAUlMu7Xu4/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nELVDHLSI/AAAAAAAABO4/gKAUlMu7Xu4/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1093.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um casal de agricultores trabalhava concentrado...ela fazia críticas ao companheiro...em espanhol soava muito autoritária...dei risada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nF7T-LHPI/AAAAAAAABPA/w7P5uu7zMjQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1098.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nF7T-LHPI/AAAAAAAABPA/w7P5uu7zMjQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1098.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A senhorinha varria com muita força...fazíamos o mesmo em nossos corações...jogávamos fora muitas bobagens do cotidiano...isso era bom.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nHrSgOA6I/AAAAAAAABPI/rqvBhFQ21iA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nHrSgOA6I/AAAAAAAABPI/rqvBhFQ21iA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1099.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A única habitante interessada em peregrinos veio ao meu encontro...tinha o hálito quente e a língua grossa...mansamente lambeu-me as mãos...um alento.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nJhymTwyI/AAAAAAAABPQ/GydbYuFvOs8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nJhymTwyI/AAAAAAAABPQ/GydbYuFvOs8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1110.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passaram dois brasileiros de bicicleta...Rio Grande do Norte e Espírito Santo...tinham pressa<em>..."por quê?...para quê?".</em></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nOSFJokAI/AAAAAAAABPg/1e2bA5SCMNI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nOSFJokAI/AAAAAAAABPg/1e2bA5SCMNI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1111.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a><span style="font-size: large;">Um descanso bem vindo à sombra da oliveira...eu nunca tinha pressa...desfrutava de tudo...absorvia todas as belezas...assimilava lentamente todas as lições.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nK8TP_weI/AAAAAAAABPY/Qz6tIj1MWAM/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nK8TP_weI/AAAAAAAABPY/Qz6tIj1MWAM/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1112.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Buzinas me despertaram...companheiros alegres me animaram<em>..."go foward Brazil!"...</em>eram sul-africanos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nRbYPG20I/AAAAAAAABPo/2QYJH-DQkOg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nRbYPG20I/AAAAAAAABPo/2QYJH-DQkOg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1116.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trecho árido e seco...a gripe desanimava...dia difícil...a cabeça mandava no meu corpo...ele já tinha entregado os pontos...estava no piloto automático.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nSu_nJ2oI/AAAAAAAABPw/Qdr4dTcIjhU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1115.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nSu_nJ2oI/AAAAAAAABPw/Qdr4dTcIjhU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1115.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um bosque diferente...árvores secas e branquinhas formavam um túnel de boas energias...a mãe natureza se encarregava de animar-me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nU1_bIkJI/AAAAAAAABP4/s0Nfc3LW-V8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nU1_bIkJI/AAAAAAAABP4/s0Nfc3LW-V8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1117.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sozinha cheguei à encruzilhada no meio da mata...três caminhos...nenhum sinal...e agora...por onde?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nYp2Y-bGI/AAAAAAAABQI/g3QICa-X-uI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nYp2Y-bGI/AAAAAAAABQI/g3QICa-X-uI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1120.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como na vida...na dúvida...pense...avance com cautela...a resposta viria...um pouco mais à frente...havia um sinal no chão. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nZ2NsEnKI/AAAAAAAABQQ/RILwVrd10rQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nZ2NsEnKI/AAAAAAAABQQ/RILwVrd10rQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1121.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais um descanso...deitei com a cabeça na mochila...fiquei ali...que delícia! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nbTl5y0yI/AAAAAAAABQY/9NI3_5Ll2Ho/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1126.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nbTl5y0yI/AAAAAAAABQY/9NI3_5Ll2Ho/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1126.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">San Toribio era nobre espanhol...formado em direito em Salamanca...evangelizou no Peru...foi grande defensor dos índios.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como viveria um participante da Inquisição no Novo Mundo ?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Há uma lenda que diz que antes de morrer recebeu a comunhão numa taba indígena...cercado por seus protegidos. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Essa cruz no Caminho é em sua homenagem.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nd3AfJd_I/AAAAAAAABQg/Xbh4gvhqfss/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8nd3AfJd_I/AAAAAAAABQg/Xbh4gvhqfss/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1128.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Uma descida de matar...escorregava...de cimento e pedras não permitia fincar os bastões como nos solos de terra...judiava da coluna...das mãos...dos joelhos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oB5D-xx1I/AAAAAAAABQo/ukwJSgw7wf0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oB5D-xx1I/AAAAAAAABQo/ukwJSgw7wf0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1130.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entre tantas coisas antigas uma arquitetura atual...contemporânea...devia ser muito agradável viver ali.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oDPCpHMDI/AAAAAAAABQw/p1N-r606N_s/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oDPCpHMDI/AAAAAAAABQw/p1N-r606N_s/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1132.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Em Santibañez de Valdeglesias um <em>"rally"</em> de carros antigos...alegria...buzinaço com ronco de anos 30.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oEkw3INhI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HQMGcNiAbtw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1135.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oEkw3INhI/AAAAAAAABQ4/HQMGcNiAbtw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1135.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Buen Camino peregrina!"...</em>olhei para trás...vinha da janela.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oFybAtFbI/AAAAAAAABRA/z0kfO9sYN_0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1136.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oFybAtFbI/AAAAAAAABRA/z0kfO9sYN_0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1136.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finalmente Astorga...estava com febre...não queria ficar em albergue.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oJ87NuYDI/AAAAAAAABRI/HiulfHoJ7go/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1143.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oJ87NuYDI/AAAAAAAABRI/HiulfHoJ7go/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1143.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pelas muralhas romanas enquanto procurava uma pensão...precisava descansar...sozinha...em silêncio.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oK_Msf3hI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VKXHljaGopw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1151.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oK_Msf3hI/AAAAAAAABRQ/VKXHljaGopw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1151.jpg" width="596" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Andei muito...não encontrava nada nas ruelas escondidas entre ladeiras...meu senso de direção sempre tão bom estava lento...me perdi.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oMnHkQzPI/AAAAAAAABRY/ELXnj-MWvHI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oMnHkQzPI/AAAAAAAABRY/ELXnj-MWvHI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1140.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O dono da pensão era ótimo...sua esposa nem tanto...a filha psicóloga dizia que a mãe tinha ciúmes das peregrinas...chorava e reclamava quando hospedavam mulheres.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oOUf6cJkI/AAAAAAAABRg/bppEo55N41U/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oOUf6cJkI/AAAAAAAABRg/bppEo55N41U/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1138.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na Plaza Mayor bonequinhos lá no alto da Casa Consistorial dançavam a cada hora cheia...representavam os <em>"maragatos"...</em>habitantes típicos da região. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oRzVdowWI/AAAAAAAABRo/GyHGVtftRxg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oRzVdowWI/AAAAAAAABRo/GyHGVtftRxg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1142.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O Palácio Episcopal de Gaudí abrigava um <em>"Museo de Los Caminos"</em> e da história romana na Espanha...proibiam fotos do interior.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oS82M2FxI/AAAAAAAABRw/Yd9E4X9buFw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oS82M2FxI/AAAAAAAABRw/Yd9E4X9buFw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1145.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enquanto olhava o mapa da cidade meus óculos caíram numas escavações de ruínas romanas...o pintor Daniel gentilíssimo desceu uns quinze metros...dando risada do meu susto me devolveu o acessório..."<em>pense em mim na caminhada!".</em>..mais um na lista.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oU8qU4aiI/AAAAAAAABR4/eAj1aIOmXG0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oU8qU4aiI/AAAAAAAABR4/eAj1aIOmXG0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1154.jpg" width="480" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O <em>"cocido maragato"</em> é típico de Astorga...levava sete carnes, verduras e grão de bico...preferi comer <em>"pizza y vino"</em> na Plaza Mayor...e <em>"mantecadas"...</em>doces típicos de Astorga...parecidos aos bem-casados.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oXG8mN-cI/AAAAAAAABSA/1am_xpQZ6sU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1157.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8oXG8mN-cI/AAAAAAAABSA/1am_xpQZ6sU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1157.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dormi pensando que nos últimos dias minha única preocupação havia sido...não passar fome...frio...sede...ter um leito para descansar...não me perder...seguir sempre em frente...compartilhar...nenhuma mordomia...só o básico...e isso era bom!</span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-12198299320398867942010-04-13T15:17:00.006-03:002010-09-27T18:04:32.722-03:00Virgen del Camino-Hospital de Órbigo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">07/05/09</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Adoeci...gripe forte...garganta queimando...encostei na parede do túnel...vou ou não?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NiUIfwTeI/AAAAAAAABKw/rBYtf9nVeIY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NiUIfwTeI/AAAAAAAABKw/rBYtf9nVeIY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1012.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Andei no sol...sentia saudade do verde e da sombra da Navarra...tudo fechado...não encontrei ninguém.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nnlp019lI/AAAAAAAABLI/_FxvZLL-mB8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nnlp019lI/AAAAAAAABLI/_FxvZLL-mB8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1018.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Só um burro...bem mais inteligente que eu...descansava à sombra em Villadangos del Paramo...olhava-me curioso.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NoQ0DeFtI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Rbk36rD5zCE/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NoQ0DeFtI/AAAAAAAABLQ/Rbk36rD5zCE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1019.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era cedo ainda...as ovelhas confinadas esperavam o pastor tardio.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NrjeNruZI/AAAAAAAABLo/8dccCyeNM6E/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NrjeNruZI/AAAAAAAABLo/8dccCyeNM6E/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1024.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Molhei o rosto na fonte...tinha um sachê de sal no bolso...misturei com água...gargarejei...espirrei própolis na garganta.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nppr3sWrI/AAAAAAAABLY/D_ggB90mUR0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nppr3sWrI/AAAAAAAABLY/D_ggB90mUR0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1022.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A paisagem era linda...azul...marrom...verde...cinza.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NuOn-NBZI/AAAAAAAABLw/xNTL-9pZj4g/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NuOn-NBZI/AAAAAAAABLw/xNTL-9pZj4g/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1025.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Continuava linda...exuberante...colorida...clara...perfumada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nv8MG5ODI/AAAAAAAABL4/0wrbobn1B1w/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nv8MG5ODI/AAAAAAAABL4/0wrbobn1B1w/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1028.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Maternal...nos envolvia com braços fortes...leves...eram abraços inesquecíveis...includentes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nxby-XqcI/AAAAAAAABMA/WN8imvMw2rs/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Nxby-XqcI/AAAAAAAABMA/WN8imvMw2rs/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1038.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um longo trecho entre pedras pontudas e florezinhas amarelas...encantadoras.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NzE49RC-I/AAAAAAAABMI/EUdOoS9BnD0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8NzE49RC-I/AAAAAAAABMI/EUdOoS9BnD0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1032.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um lindo e gigante mosaico de pedrinhas coloridas sinalizava a área de descanso de Villar de Mazarife...os símbolos do caminho estavam ali.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8N0I-2eECI/AAAAAAAABMQ/xHhQjgq1hcY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8N0I-2eECI/AAAAAAAABMQ/xHhQjgq1hcY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1042.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Uma confraria simpática e <em>"mugidora"</em> se fazia presente no caminho.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8N1QpCU8RI/AAAAAAAABMY/taxmOTRf6nc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8N1QpCU8RI/AAAAAAAABMY/taxmOTRf6nc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1050.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Debaixo da única árvore me joguei...um trator passou...quinze minutos sem as botas...pés úmidos e inchados.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Secava os pés naturalmente...antes de calçar meias secas...técnica perfeita para que as bolhas se mantivessem pequenas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OTaGwXKhI/AAAAAAAABMw/2n1V1x_8U1s/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OTaGwXKhI/AAAAAAAABMw/2n1V1x_8U1s/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1055.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiquei ali deitada...acordei...olhei para o alto...lindo o sol me espiando...velava meu cochilo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OSNHkxAgI/AAAAAAAABMo/8iwjPO2eAHc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1058.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OSNHkxAgI/AAAAAAAABMo/8iwjPO2eAHc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1058.jpg" width="480" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Atravessar um trecho que queimava não foi fácil...sentia-me mal...quase sufocava com o calor e a fumaça. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OVl_DEKAI/AAAAAAAABM4/JvvoOLs-cdY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OVl_DEKAI/AAAAAAAABM4/JvvoOLs-cdY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1063.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No pequeno <em>"pueblo" </em>tudo fechando<em>..."siesta"...</em>estava faminta<em>...</em>precisei implorar para que me preparassem dois <em>" huevos fritos". </em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OZYMWLkzI/AAAAAAAABNA/m3wITD4fEwk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OZYMWLkzI/AAAAAAAABNA/m3wITD4fEwk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1067.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eles tinham pressa de descansar...depois de comer rápido...o <em>"luxo"</em> do banheiro...imagine o estabelecimento.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OarZOifgI/AAAAAAAABNI/bV9zNyPO0eM/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OarZOifgI/AAAAAAAABNI/bV9zNyPO0eM/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1066.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saciada a fome continuei...bem ao lado da estrada de ferro e dos vinhedos...o sol judiava. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Og5dPGBaI/AAAAAAAABNo/BxxAFV_brmI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Og5dPGBaI/AAAAAAAABNo/BxxAFV_brmI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1071.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei para trás...a fumaça ainda estava lá.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Ob0r5999I/AAAAAAAABNQ/eYTBIRoQA-w/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1072.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Ob0r5999I/AAAAAAAABNQ/eYTBIRoQA-w/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1072.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hospital de Órbigo...finalmente...e a ponte medieval El Paso Honroso com 204 metros e 20 arcos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OevO1HaOI/AAAAAAAABNY/Vml2firySDY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1074.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OevO1HaOI/AAAAAAAABNY/Vml2firySDY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1074.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um famoso torneio foi disputado sobre ela em 1434...pelo amor de uma dama...quem perdesse ou não quisesse lutar tinha que atravessar o rio...hoje seco...a nado...daí vinha seu nome.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Ofjx13xXI/AAAAAAAABNg/4-RXjedFwk4/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8Ofjx13xXI/AAAAAAAABNg/4-RXjedFwk4/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1085.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O albergue privado San Miguel era uma graça...colorido...perfumado de incenso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OiUuCWOsI/AAAAAAAABNw/rVC-cV1s6zE/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8OiUuCWOsI/AAAAAAAABNw/rVC-cV1s6zE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1082.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reencontrei Mary e Mirien...Peter estava com elas...brindamos à etapa de quase 30 quilômetros num belo e simples restaurante.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8ShOtFHbnI/AAAAAAAABN4/XLZPYC7aBSY/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S8ShOtFHbnI/AAAAAAAABN4/XLZPYC7aBSY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1087.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O jantar foi regado à vinho e sopa de frutos do mar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O engenheiro tcheco se encantava com a engenharia do Caminho de Santiago...rústica...funcional...perfeita...antiga.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As enfermeiras irlandesas contaram histórias incríveis d</span><span style="font-size: large;">e seus trabalhos na Arábia Saudita e no massacre em Uganda.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui dormir...joguei a câmera e a bolsa com dinheiro dentro do saco de dormir...lá nos pés...cobri a cabeça para não incomodar meus companheiros de quarto com a tosse.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia outro como eu...de manhã o francês colocou a mão nos meus ombros...deu-me pastilhas sorrindo e gesticulando...era ele o outro com tosse. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nesse albergue os únicos três banheiros químicos eram de fibra de vidro...limpos mas sem nenhum conforto...como de <em>"shows"...</em>um espetáculo à parte a fila de manhã para fazermos nossa higiene matinal.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A vida é um processo desordenado...rápido...cheio de imprevistos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A única certeza era que tudo poderia mudar de repente...e isso aconteceu na minha frente.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O hospitaleiro Manoel...nascido espanhol...baiano de coração...encantado pelo Brasil...não falava inglês.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Chamou-me para ver o que acontecia com um austríaco que chorava muito.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na sala decorada com quadros pintados por peregrinos sem dinheiro que pagavam a hospedagem com sua arte...consolamos o vienense.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Problemas surgem na vida...inevitavelmente...ali não era diferente.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seu irmão gêmeo de 61 anos acabara de morrer...ficamos todos pensativos...poderia acontecer com qualquer um de nós.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Conversei com ele enquanto íamos procurar transporte...na Europa as distâncias poderiam ser vencidas de trem ou ônibus...ele não falava espanhol...eu seria sua intérprete.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Gunter me contava do sonho de fazer o Caminho...o irmão partilhava disso e ele estava tão perto...</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era inútil preocupar-se...impossível tentar controlar todos os detalhes.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Viver se aprendia </span><span style="font-size: large;">vivendo...caindo...levantando...recomeçando.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Filosofando sobre tudo isso decidiu que homenagearia a memória do irmão oferecendo-lhe a etapa final do caminho...outra lição da vida...outra lição de vida!</span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-22656393939432591602010-04-09T14:12:00.340-03:002010-09-27T17:52:10.141-03:00Villarente del Puente-Virgen del Camino<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">06/05/09</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O dono do refúgio nos esperava com um excelente <em>"desayuno"...</em>pão quentinho...leite e café à vontade...sem economia.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z8pRP3UxI/AAAAAAAABGo/pV-rFmhx3lU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z8pRP3UxI/AAAAAAAABGo/pV-rFmhx3lU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+919.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Peregrinos passavam por mim calados...alguns assobiavam...contabilizavam-se <em>"pecados e virtudes".</em> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z-D8V8NnI/AAAAAAAABGw/ktyaatNvE9w/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z-D8V8NnI/AAAAAAAABGw/ktyaatNvE9w/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+922.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiquei um tempo esperando a cegonha de Alcahueja esticar as longas pernas e levantar-se...como era preguiçosa!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z-2QTjf8I/AAAAAAAABG4/JPVaV5k7R9c/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+929.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z-2QTjf8I/AAAAAAAABG4/JPVaV5k7R9c/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+929.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estava sentindo falta de uma subida...acelerava os batimentos cardíacos...o engenheiro tcheco Peter estava comigo...mancava um pouco.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z_yQfdcxI/AAAAAAAABHA/TPFtRB6bewk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7z_yQfdcxI/AAAAAAAABHA/TPFtRB6bewk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+930.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Claro que havia uma descida...os joelhos doeriam...a senhorinha carregava nos braços ervas aromáticas...alguém tomaria um perfumado chá caseiro...elas cheiravam bem.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70BJgCZHbI/AAAAAAAABHI/imgIRPb_WLw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70BJgCZHbI/AAAAAAAABHI/imgIRPb_WLw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+932.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um <em>"cementerio"</em> nos lembrava da finitude das coisas terrenas...apesar do homem insistir em dar valor a elas os ciprestes nos enviavam essa mensagem com tranquilidade e sabedoria.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70CGM_28xI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5CHKSeV6h-g/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70CGM_28xI/AAAAAAAABHQ/5CHKSeV6h-g/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+933.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela fábrica de <em>"carrocerias leonesas MAISO"</em>...Mercedes Benz em Valdefuente.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70GqyqHaZI/AAAAAAAABHY/ufI9_uPZjyo/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70GqyqHaZI/AAAAAAAABHY/ufI9_uPZjyo/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+935.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O acostamento era péssimo...não havia outra forma...tive que encarar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70H66ufRDI/AAAAAAAABHg/Fo3_a0tw9dw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+938.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70H66ufRDI/AAAAAAAABHg/Fo3_a0tw9dw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+938.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meu coração se alegrou quando avistei León...cada vez mais perto.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70JcfP_E2I/AAAAAAAABHo/1G9C7o8yED8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+940.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70JcfP_E2I/AAAAAAAABHo/1G9C7o8yED8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+940.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O pior ainda estaria por vir...uma descida muito complicada...o sinal amarelo à direita mostrava que era por ali mesmo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70KU1NquxI/AAAAAAAABHw/GR_YN7EJ6Ko/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70KU1NquxI/AAAAAAAABHw/GR_YN7EJ6Ko/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+939.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era muito difícil...escorreguei várias vezes...quase caí outras tantas...não dava para fazer nada a não ser rir de mim mesma.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70qsyNpJvI/AAAAAAAABIA/Tx5McD5mAIM/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+942.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70qsyNpJvI/AAAAAAAABIA/Tx5McD5mAIM/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+942.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei para trás...o pior havia ficado lá...não deslizei mais.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70pauDo_XI/AAAAAAAABH4/9x6PsrIet58/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+943.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70pauDo_XI/AAAAAAAABH4/9x6PsrIet58/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+943.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">León aguardava florida e colorida...nos dava boas vindas. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70r-dUTF4I/AAAAAAAABII/Nux-0wStO9k/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S70r-dUTF4I/AAAAAAAABII/Nux-0wStO9k/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+944.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Outra cidade grande do Caminho...mistura do antigo com o moderno...lindos chafarizes e muitos prédios na entrada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S74g1jT20HI/AAAAAAAABIQ/aP4Yj27qw38/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+947.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S74g1jT20HI/AAAAAAAABIQ/aP4Yj27qw38/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+947.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Muralhas romanas...talvez construídas pela Leggio VII...lendária legião de romanos visitantes da Hispania anos antes de Cristo. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S74j48uJ14I/AAAAAAAABIY/YE3H9Ho44Zo/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+952.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S74j48uJ14I/AAAAAAAABIY/YE3H9Ho44Zo/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+952.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ruelas seculares espreitavam nossos passos e pensamentos.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais um s</span><span style="font-size: large;">olo emblemático do caminho receberia nossas pisadas. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Talvez o arquiteto catalão Gaudí precisasse de companhia...sentei-me ao seu lado...enquanto desenhava ele contou-me alguns segredos. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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Um deles que a Casa de Los Botines logo à nossa frente era obra dele...arquitetura moderna.<br />
</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S79e3QGgKSI/AAAAAAAABI4/Qch2edd7pDs/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+961.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S79e3QGgKSI/AAAAAAAABI4/Qch2edd7pDs/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+961.jpg" width="596" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pessoas caminhavam...distraíam-se nos charmosos cafés ao ar livre.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Construída sobre antiquíssimas termas romanas a catedral do século XIII de Santa Maria de La Regla é uma das mais belas da Espanha...de estilo gótico muito delicado.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mil e oitocentos metros quadrados de vitrais multicoloridos adornavam suas janelas...</span><span style="font-size: large;">raios de sol penetravam por eles...pena minha câmera não conseguir capturar todo o seu esplendor.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Basilica de San Isidoro do seculo X é conhecida como a Capela Sistina do românico.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S79tjzxUQ7I/AAAAAAAABJg/zegjBj5OUFs/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+972.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Guarda vários <em>"Codex"</em>...manuscritos gravados em madeira da época em que os cristãos eram perseguidos pelos romanos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O <em>"Codex Calixtinus"</em>..relata a história de Tiago e de todo o Caminho de Santiago...talvez seja o guia de viagem mais antigo do mundo...fica na Catedral de Santiago de Compostela.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S79wMp9oouI/AAAAAAAABJo/TXdEqbB9Fvo/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+975.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S79wMp9oouI/AAAAAAAABJo/TXdEqbB9Fvo/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+975.jpg" width="480" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Despedi-me de León...não quis ficar ali...algo muito forte me dizia para seguir...talvez não fosse nada mas decidi seguir minha intuição...aprendi a agir assim na vida...raras vezes me enganei. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S79zC9W6cPI/AAAAAAAABJw/8wZNHSwiLt8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S79zC9W6cPI/AAAAAAAABJw/8wZNHSwiLt8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+970.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na saída o Museu de León...não senti vontade de entrar...segui em frente.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S790Dh3kI2I/AAAAAAAABJ4/ZtI0X_2ulwM/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S790Dh3kI2I/AAAAAAAABJ4/ZtI0X_2ulwM/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+990.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Encantei-me com aquele congestionamento de senhores no inverno de suas vidas...falavam <em>"mucho y muy alto"...</em>pareciam felizes. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S791Iw94byI/AAAAAAAABKA/zKYc8F7ejO0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+995.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S791Iw94byI/AAAAAAAABKA/zKYc8F7ejO0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+995.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em Virgen del Camino fiquei no refúgio municipal...um cinco estrelas do caminho...bom humor dos administradores voluntários que instalaram o cartaz.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S792TOOZVSI/AAAAAAAABKI/qjqGC6YAV_M/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S792TOOZVSI/AAAAAAAABKI/qjqGC6YAV_M/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1007.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A biblioteca tinha bons exemplares e a cozinha era bem equipada...tinha geladeiras separadas para peregrinos e voluntários.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S793KVlhFUI/AAAAAAAABKQ/kthVtHWE9AQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S793KVlhFUI/AAAAAAAABKQ/kthVtHWE9AQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1004.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os banheiros eram separados...não precisávamos sair vestidas dos chuveiros...havia ganchos nas paredes para pendurarmos nossas coisas...e AQUECEDOR!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">ESPELHO!...maravilha olhar os estragos de corpo inteiro...o tanque com água <em>"caliente"</em> era dentro...não saíamos ao relento frio lavar as roupas...ponto positivo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ainda assim...passaporte, dinheiro e cartão de crédito iam para o banho conosco...dentro de sacos plásticos hermeticamente fechados.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7-hrE6NezI/AAAAAAAABKY/0yEvapgy17Y/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7-hrE6NezI/AAAAAAAABKY/0yEvapgy17Y/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1002.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reencontrei as irlandesas e os tchecos...quando terminei de tratar suas bolhas e distribuir medicamentos fomos todos jantar juntos...num bar...comida boa...excelente vinho...ótima companhia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um jogo de futebol na televisão deixava todos enlouquecidos...fumavam MUITO em ambientes fechados...ponto negativo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7-j-yz2TJI/AAAAAAAABKg/zgHaK9jVUGk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+1005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7-j-yz2TJI/AAAAAAAABKg/zgHaK9jVUGk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+1005.jpg" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">De volta para o refúgio a lua nos mostrava que era hora de dormir...encarar um quarto com 36 pessoas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O caminho para o banheiro na madrugada estava escuro...trombamos eu e uma alemã...estávamos ambas sonolentas e distraídas...um susto enorme!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-62345128412959576722010-04-05T17:16:00.015-03:002010-09-27T09:05:36.471-03:00El Burgo Ranero-Villarente del Puente<span style="font-size: x-large;">05/05/09</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Olhei pela janela...o dia lentamente se espreguiçava...e acordava.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">O céu se coloria de rosa e amarelo...várias nuances de azul...uma gigantesca aquarela utilizada pelas mãos do nosso Pai Maior.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">De repente...tudo laranja...amarelo...fogo...luz...mais um dia...vida!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7nyDSKhVhI/AAAAAAAABDA/BwFdf3ADR8Y/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+859.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7nyDSKhVhI/AAAAAAAABDA/BwFdf3ADR8Y/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+859.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desci...tomei meu café olhando meu mapa reduzido...a</span><span style="font-size: large;">quele que espantou companheiros que levavam guias completíssimos...mais da metade do trajeto...que bom!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7nzjrjaXiI/AAAAAAAABDI/hAPnv9kPAVA/s1600/IMG_0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7nzjrjaXiI/AAAAAAAABDI/hAPnv9kPAVA/s640/IMG_0034.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Queria comprar pão...claro que toquei nele...tomei um pito...eles eram muito compridos...vendiam-se pães cortados lá...comprei só metade.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem lavar as mãos a dona da pensão partiu o alimento...embrulhou-o num jornal não muito limpo...aiaiai.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n7JdcJXwI/AAAAAAAABDY/8jlOdByasj0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+860.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n7JdcJXwI/AAAAAAAABDY/8jlOdByasj0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+860.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O caminho continuaria na calçada romana...em linha reta...calmaria.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n4POhEAeI/AAAAAAAABDQ/IBux3LA3_dg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+861.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n4POhEAeI/AAAAAAAABDQ/IBux3LA3_dg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+861.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ao lado da rodovia...um solo pronto para ser semeado e irrigado...também semeávamos e irrigávamos nossas almas com a beleza da natureza. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n9ueBOaCI/AAAAAAAABDg/8yhIJNzOpTc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+862.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n9ueBOaCI/AAAAAAAABDg/8yhIJNzOpTc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+862.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que monotonia!...meu metabolismo estava muito mudado...muita energia...apesar do cansaço eu não conseguia ficar parada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n_TeQNbgI/AAAAAAAABDo/4tR1mO_wux0/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7n_TeQNbgI/AAAAAAAABDo/4tR1mO_wux0/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+863.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais apitos longos e ininterruptos...eram para mim...aquele maquinista queria mesmo ser notado...muito feliz acenei de volta com o chapéu. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7orjjkOi8I/AAAAAAAABEo/T3Lot6h64dc/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+866.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7orjjkOi8I/AAAAAAAABEo/T3Lot6h64dc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+866.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem motivo algum a <em>"torneira"</em> do choro abriu...era demorado...longo...aliviado...aliviante...pacificador.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Reencontrava uma pessoa que andava comigo fazia muito tempo...mas que eu ainda não conhecia tão bem...reconciliei-me com ela...fiz as pazes comigo mesma.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7oUSS_38lI/AAAAAAAABDw/XUsPDb3xsTw/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+865.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7oUSS_38lI/AAAAAAAABDw/XUsPDb3xsTw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+865.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Percebia que seria possível viver na mais completa solidão...sem luxo...sem mordomias e vaidade...em completo silêncio.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7oX1HDlssI/AAAAAAAABD4/Dn5Gr7H2nSU/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+867.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7oX1HDlssI/AAAAAAAABD4/Dn5Gr7H2nSU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+867.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porém também era bom ter companhia...pessoas queridas à minha volta...conforto...perfume...roupas bonitas...estava lá o lado feminino...aberto e alerta.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Acorda Leila!"...</em>ouvi sons como se fossem bombas<em>...</em>eram tiros... estava atravessando um <em>"Coto Privado de Caza"...</em>uma zona particular de caça...só faltava ser confundida com algum animal!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei por alguns abrigos abandonados...ótima opção se estivesse chovendo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheguei a Reliegos...uma vila...banheiro...água<em>..."cafe con leche".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nessa <em>"bodega"</em> deixavam-se mensagens nas paredes...em muitas línguas...pequenas injeções de ânimo para quem estivesse desanimado...não era meu caso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ainda mais depois do <em>"bodegueiro"</em> ter colocado para tocar música do Jota Quest<em>..."para la brasileña".</em> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ofEBKJniI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Kevz6RmDaUo/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+875.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ofEBKJniI/AAAAAAAABEQ/Kevz6RmDaUo/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+875.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ele me acompanhou até a porta...fui embora com a letra da música "<em>Na Moral"</em> nos meus ouvidos.</span></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Viver entre o medo e a paz...pode fazer pensarmos mais".</em></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Quando tudo parecer não ter lógica...qualquer paranóia vai virar prazer de viver"...</em>nossa loucura ali era muito sadia.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais um pouco de calçada romana interminável...sentei um pouco...tirei as botas<em>...</em>parou um peregrino alto e loiro<em>..."Em que posso ajudar?"..."Você é médico?"..."Como sabe?"..."Médicos sempre fazem essa pergunta"...</em>respondi...sorrimos juntos.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caminhamos juntos um bom tempo...o neurocirurgião alemão estava de férias...teria que tomar uma decisão na volta...um convite para deixar de ser o número dois em Munique para ser o número um em Berlim...queria pensar no assunto...resolveu caminhar até Santiago.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei por Mansilla de Las Mulas...muitas ruínas de muralhas romanas...resíduos de um tempo em que a vila tinha grande valor estratégico.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não era por acaso que havia antes dela uma longa calçada romana.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Uma feira popular com frutas e legumes...burburinho de civilização.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ovscLke8I/AAAAAAAABFA/NddPbFweAdg/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+894.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ovscLke8I/AAAAAAAABFA/NddPbFweAdg/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+894.jpg" width="596" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O descanso de um peregrino à sombra...o sol estava de matar!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pelo haras magnífico e bem cuidado...no portão um brasão.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ox0ktTAaI/AAAAAAAABFQ/SLuHF8eHHvA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ox0ktTAaI/AAAAAAAABFQ/SLuHF8eHHvA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+900.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um trecho pela trilha...muito trânsito do lado<em>..."será que teria que andar na estrada de novo?". </em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ozQGI6_tI/AAAAAAAABFY/Ep_xHSak4RI/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7ozQGI6_tI/AAAAAAAABFY/Ep_xHSak4RI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+901.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sim teria...novamente os deslocamentos de ar fariam o corpo balançar e desequilibrar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o1EOO6YlI/AAAAAAAABFg/Q2If5I5iy_s/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+903.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o1EOO6YlI/AAAAAAAABFg/Q2If5I5iy_s/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+903.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">E também caminharia sobre a linda Puente Villarente...outra herança romana...cheia de arcos e de caminhões.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o2kAdQjmI/AAAAAAAABFo/Dvszhmr46rA/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o2kAdQjmI/AAAAAAAABFo/Dvszhmr46rA/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+904.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Finalmente Villarente del Puente...no refúgio privado San Pelayo...o dono havia me abordado na estrada fazendo propaganda.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o4RvKkaKI/AAAAAAAABFw/VSt7jC87tsk/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+910.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o4RvKkaKI/AAAAAAAABFw/VSt7jC87tsk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+910.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não havia muita privacidade mas tinha um </span><span style="font-size: large;">canto com boa música e livros interessantes...muito aconchego e calor humano.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o5AUyrQhI/AAAAAAAABF4/2OiSmEmlrY8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o5AUyrQhI/AAAAAAAABF4/2OiSmEmlrY8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+911.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os amores perfeitos do jardim nos davam as boas vindas...convidavam ao descanso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o7Urqh0GI/AAAAAAAABGI/3eBTkKnJPMQ/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+907.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o7Urqh0GI/AAAAAAAABGI/3eBTkKnJPMQ/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+907.jpg" width="640" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era bom ficar sozinha nas pensões mas se perdia muito dos contatos e das conversas com as pessoas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O italiano acabado com as pernas queimadas do sol, a canadense, o austríaco e a americana descansavam no gramado<em>..."junte-se à nós Leila!</em>"...ainda tinha que lavar minhas roupas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o8_Un4wrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V6OYg3yuF-A/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7o8_Un4wrI/AAAAAAAABGQ/V6OYg3yuF-A/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+914.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Para o jantar <em>"tortillas, ensaladas, pan, vino e agua"...</em>tudo delicioso. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">À mesa o tcheco Peter na cabeceira...dois alemães...Fritz e Wolfgang...Udo...austríaco que perdeu um dedo do pé em 2008...retornava agora para completar sua jornada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Duas irlandesas muito alegres e Yoko...bonequinha japonesa que eu <em>"adotei"</em> por dois dias até que perdesse o medo...ela não falava nada de espanhol e quase nada de inglês.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tinha vindo com uma amiga que se acidentou e havia seguido de ônibus a Leon...Yoko quis continuar sozinha...não conseguia se comunicar...tinha passado fome e sede.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7pAaIS3lSI/AAAAAAAABGY/VXDVwyQZCj4/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7pAaIS3lSI/AAAAAAAABGY/VXDVwyQZCj4/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+915.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Orientais não conseguem falar direito a letra L...Yoko mostrava o coração e dizia <em>"Reira, Reira</em>...a<em>rigato</em>"...me tocou muito.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela fez a foto e dormiu do meu lado...em paz depois de passar muitos apuros.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Buenas noches!".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> </div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-54193611197719379452010-03-29T20:33:00.024-03:002010-10-04T13:17:58.864-03:00Terradillos de Los Templarios-El Burgo Ranero<span style="font-size: x-large;">04/05/09</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chequei todos os meus pertences e fui tomar café...a hospitaleira piscou para mim com ar de cumplicidade...<em>"Dormiste bien?"..."Si muy bien, gracias e adiós!".</em></span></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">A Iglesia de Terradillos de Los Templarios estava <em>"cierrada".</em> </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A região da <em>"Meseta"</em> foi uma das etapas mais difíceis do caminho no aspecto emocional...a monotonia da paisagem provocava um estado de transe quase hipnótico<em>.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei por Moratinos...a Iglesia de Santo Tomás de Aquino também estava <em>"cierrada".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os únicos sons ouvidos eram os dos bastões em compassos lentos...<em>"toc...toc...toc...toc"...</em>os das pisadas...mais rápidos<em>..."cháchácháchá".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A calmaria do perfil do solo permitia profundos mergulhos nos cantos mais escondidos de nossas mentes e corações...sem limites...fazer isso nunca foi fácil...ainda mais ali.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fazia uma honesta auto-avaliação...sem generosidade...também sem crítica excessiva...na medida certa...grandes conversas comigo mesma.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Por isso penso que o caminho deve ser sempre feito só...certificava-me de que possuímos de verdade mesmo...só aquilo que damos de nós.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei por San Nicolás del Real Camino.</span><br />
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</div></div><span style="font-size: large;">Não havia como se perder...era tudo igual...perdia-se a emoção do que viria depois da árvore...depois da curva...depois da subida. </span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em longas conversas com algumas pessoas descobri que o Caminho era indicado por psiquiatras e terapeutas da mente para tratamento de espinhosos casos de depressão.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fazia muito sentido...cenários belíssimos...exercício físico intenso...p</span><span style="font-size: large;">rodução de endorfina e adrenalina diariamente em grandes quantidades...daria uma boa mexida nos neurônios e suas sinapses...poderia melhorar muito e até curar o sofrimento da alma. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Chegava a Sahagún considerada o centro do Caminho de Santiago...nesse marco meu coração bateu mais forte...<em>"tô cada vez mais perto...será que vai dar?".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pelas ruínas do Monastério e do Campanário de San Benito...o Arco sob o qual passava a estrada N-120...e a Torre del Reloj...ambos declarados Bens de Interesse Cultural.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei devagar por mais uma linda Puente Romana...mas não parei.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7EaVkrJm3I/AAAAAAAABBY/5aCn8hoibN8/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7EaVkrJm3I/AAAAAAAABBY/5aCn8hoibN8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+835.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ultreya tem origem latina...era muito usada nos tempos medievais... significava alguma coisa parecida com <em>"para frente sem desistir".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu não pensava em desistir mesmo...só não sabia se chegaria a Santiago no <em>"meu tempo de 40 dias"...</em>a passagem de volta estava comprada.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7EdniIN5QI/AAAAAAAABBg/Df8DrEv2TRE/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+836.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S7EdniIN5QI/AAAAAAAABBg/Df8DrEv2TRE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+836.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um lago margeava a trilha...refrescava um pouco a temperatura.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aonde é que eu iria fazer o <em>"número um?"...</em>para os homens era tudo sempre mais fácil.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nenhuma moita...quanto mais banheiro...foi ali mesmo atrás daquela árvore...m</span><span style="font-size: large;">inha primeira vez em contato com a natureza depois de <em>"grande"...</em>as coxas e panturrilhas estavam fortes...saí-me bem...rapidinho resolvi tudo!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei por Bercianos del Camino e sua Ermita de Nuestra Señora do século XVII. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Transformaram uma antiquíssima via romana em uma calçada para peregrinos com árvores plantadas distantes dois metros umas das outras...talvez antes houvesse mais charme no caminho trilhado por bigas e andarilhos romanos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mais um marco triste de morte de peregrino pelas trilhas <em>"jacobeas"...</em>era<em> </em></span><span style="font-size: large;">possível sim.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Algumas pessoas sentiam-se mal...t</span><span style="font-size: large;">inham pressão alta...disfunção cardíaca...insolação...</span><span style="font-size: large;">tendinite...diarréia...febre...vômito...fratura.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Isso sem falar das bolhas e dos joelhos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">E</span><span style="font-size: large;">u estava ótima...feliz...com os pés cascudos e os cabelos desbotados...minhas quatro bolhas iam e voltavam...mãos e joelhos chateavam. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cheguei ao <em>"pueblo"</em> El Burgo Ranero...no albergue muita tosse...havia uma francesa com pneumonia...procurei uma pensão.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Comprei meu lanche do dia seguinte...chocolate e mel para energia rápida...tinha pão e frutos secos...água pesava...só dava para carregar isso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Desci mancando dois lances de escada e fui comer o Menu do Peregrino por 9 euros...podia-se escolher uma opção do <em>"primero plato" </em>uma do <em>"segundo plato"</em> e um <em>"postre"...</em>apesar de simples eram até bem nutritivos...peregrino não podia repetir...às vezes quebravam-se essas regras...e era uma grande alegria.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fiz meus cálculos...mais 32 quilômetros...eu estava ficando boa naquilo!</span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-32863100202161854282010-03-25T17:40:00.017-03:002010-09-25T16:06:44.677-03:00Carrion de Los Condes-Terradillos de Los Templarios<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">03/05/09</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estava saindo da cafeteria e Juan me chamou...as Clarissas só permitiram que eles dormissem lá pois eram pai e filha...não os veria mais...agradeceu pelos remédios e fez a foto em mais um marco peregrino...nos despedimos...eram encantadores os dois.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Inconformado ele havia dito que muitos autores famosos escreviam sobre o Caminho de Santiago sem haver pisado suas trilhas...andavam de táxi e ficavam milionários com suas obras literárias.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O sonho dele de fazer o caminho com a filha não seria realizado dessa vez...ela não conseguia andar...sentia fortes dores nos quadris.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pelo M</span><span style="font-size: large;">onastério Real de San Zoilo que foi muito ligado à Ordem de Cluny...movimento religioso que entre várias outras coisas resgatou os valores da pessoa humana e da paz entre os povos...hoje funciona ali um hotel.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">No caminho cheio de pedras e muito seco encontrei esse casal...não conseguimos nos comunicar...eles eram finlandeses...comiam um típico lanche peregrino na beira da estrada. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Era um verdadeiro e árido deserto que atravessaríamos...meu cantil estava cheio...as pedras faziam os pés virarem a toda hora.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Em Calzadilla de la Cueza...banco na sombra...descanso merecido.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mulheres que são mães, esposas, filhas, profissionais e administradoras do lar têm muita dificuldade de desfrutar de momentos só delas...diria que é quase impossível que no cotidiano consigam fazer essa introspecção.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sentia-me muito privilegiada por poder ter feito o meu <em>"mini sabático"</em> de quarenta dias numa fase de vida ainda com <em>"pique"</em> e condições físicas para suportar situações extremas de cansaço.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia muito trigo à beira das trilhas...balançavam sua cabeleira multicolorida na cadência do vento.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um ruído da civilização...motoqueiros passaram mostrando solidariedade...peregrinos modernos. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em Terradillo de Los Templarios no refúgio Los Templarios...a hospitaleira indicou meu quarto com dez beliches...cheguei na porta...aplausos respeitosos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu era a vigésima peregrina...dezenove homens no quarto...dei meia volta e fui à recepção... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Com jeitinho brasileiro consegui que ela abrisse um outro local e me deixasse ficar sozinha...ficou com dó de mim...nota dez para ela!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui lavar e estender minhas roupas...o vento estava implacável...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Enquanto pendurava e fixava tudo tive a assistência de um casal encantador.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estavam presos pois adoravam brincar com roupas que caíam do varal...deixavam peregrinos sem o que vestir e muito bravos. </span><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6vEexOVEiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/UAoGExnA_0g/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+798.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6vEexOVEiI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/UAoGExnA_0g/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+798.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Jantei com a austríaca Edith...ela contou-me que eu estava incluída nos seus registros sobre o Caminho...não a veria mais...tinha combinado de encontrar-se com o marido em Santiago...de lá voariam a Paris.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Comemos bastante...bebemos mais ainda...<em>"mucho vino"</em>...rimos muito...conversamos sobre tudo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Embora meu quarto fosse uma graça...tive pesadelos! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6vItS7BhWI/AAAAAAAAA_g/spyFZtjsA0M/s1600/Camino+de+Santiago+803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6vItS7BhWI/AAAAAAAAA_g/spyFZtjsA0M/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+803.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-70214398997648948102010-03-23T21:27:00.021-03:002010-09-25T15:51:51.649-03:00Itero de La Vega-Carrion de Los Condes<span style="font-size: x-large;">02/05/09</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O perfil do terreno hoje estava <em>"light"...</em>eu havia dormido muito bem...levantei bem cedo...decidi que iria caminhar bastante...seria tudo em linha reta...sem subidas e descidas...no final dessa filmagem escorreguei...quase caí. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Já me sentia uma andarilha profissional...32 quilômetros sem muitas alterações de relevo...monotonia total...Santiago ainda estava longe.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;">O sol estava forte<em>..."caliente e amigo"...</em>seria um grande companheiro hoje.</span><br />
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</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Outra pequena filmagem...os sons do Caminho de Santiago </span><span style="font-size: large;">merecem comentários...apesar de estar sozinha nunca sentia solidão...impossível com toda aquela sinfonia da natureza.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os passarinhos me davam bom dia com muito ânimo e muita <em>"cantoria"...</em></span><span style="font-size: large;">aquela sala de concertos ao ar livre foi inesquecível...como ficar triste ali?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esse pequeno peregrino fazia exercícios isométricos logo cedo...com o vento balançando seu corpinho e</span><span style="font-size: large;">le fazia muita força para se equilibrar...e cantava.</span><br />
</div><span style="font-size: large;">Como eu poderia reclamar dos escorregões?</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O vento estava abafado...balançava meu corpo...o chapéu não parava na cabeça...apertei o seu cordão ao redor do pescoço...com o calor e suor o atrito deixou marcas.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A Iglesia de Nuestra Señora de Assunción em Boadilla del Camino estava fechada...o único habitante que eu encontrei...quando viu que eu ia fotografar...tímido...virou as costas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que delícia passar pelos esguichos de irrigação e receber os respingos!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Alegre e curiosa ficava esperando o próximo giro para me refrescar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6jqAepLQuI/AAAAAAAAA7o/R3IX91xuhuc/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6jqAepLQuI/AAAAAAAAA7o/R3IX91xuhuc/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+736.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um longo trecho beirando o Canal de Castilla...e</span><span style="font-size: large;">spetacular obra de engenharia hidráulica do século XVIII... responsável por facilitar o transporte de mercadorias e irrigar região tão árida.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Após surgirem as estradas de ferro...tornou-se obsoleto...ainda assim...lindo!</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Meus pés começaram a doer...sentia alguns pontos ardendo...parei.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu havia feito todo o ritual matinal...pomada hidratante entre os dedos<em>...</em><em>"compeed"</em> rodeando os artelhos...emplastro e pomada antiinflamatória nos joelhos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não daria para continuar daquele jeito...estava mancando...vi a área de descanso na sombra...foi providencial!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Usava meias finas sem costura primeiro...sobre elas as meias grossas de lã.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estava dando tudo certo assim...só havia tido uma bolha no dedinho desde o princípio.</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: large;">Descalcei as botas...quatro pontos vermelhos como as papoulas...ardiam bastante...a pele embora grossa estava brilhante.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ganhei quatro lindas <em>"ampollas"...</em>minha pomada de <em>"calêndula"</em> estava com Juan.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Descobri o que havia acontecido...meus pés também haviam emagrecido...só havia ajustado a mochila...esqueci de apertar mais os cadarços das botas...o preço foi alto.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entrei em Fromista mancando...ví o anúncio de terapias...a</span><span style="font-size: large;">nimei-me<em>.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Estava<em> "cierrado"...</em>hora da <em>"siesta"</em>...pouco curti dessa vila.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Caminhei um pouco com um japonês <em>"sushiman"</em> de Osaka... ele fazia comidas incríveis só para si...tinha todo um ritual com as facas e sua panelinha...fez a foto em mais esse marco peregrino.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esse trecho ao lado da estrada foi longo...enfadonho...cansativo...o asfalto liberava mais calor ainda.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Além dos ciclistas nenhum tráfego...a estrada era bem estreita.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pelo Ayuntamento de Villalcazar de Sirga...da estrada deu para ver a Iglesia de Nuestra Señora La Blanca...antigo estabelecimento da Ordem Templária.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Olhei a placa...Carrion de Los Condes estava perto...chegaria lá em uma hora e meia...só mais seis quilômetros...sem as bolhas teria sido tranquilo...mas não foi <em>"bico".</em></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Já até Santiago...era bom nem pensar no final...viveria muitas situações ainda. </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quanto vento quente...quanta dor...a Cordilheira Cantábrica ainda estava ali...impunha respeito...silenciosa e companheira.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em Carrion de Los Condes cheguei ao Monastério de Santa Clara...toquei a sineta...haviam me recomendado o Convento do século XIII em Itero de La Vega se não quisesse ficar em albergue.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lKydL05WI/AAAAAAAAA9I/UMn2rgPKMZE/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lKydL05WI/AAAAAAAAA9I/UMn2rgPKMZE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+765.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Elas tinham opção de hospedagem privada e coletiva...exausta e de tanto pegar sol sentia calafrios...só havia vaga individual...não achei ruim.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia muita gente tossindo...preocupava-me a gripe suína.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lMr9CIPgI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RFebdQxbEnY/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+764.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lMr9CIPgI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/RFebdQxbEnY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+764.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Quem me atendeu foi um funcionário de batina...paguei adiantado...só vi uma das irmãs Clarissas...rápida e silenciosa desapareceu antes que eu pudesse perguntar sobre</span><span style="font-size: large;"> seus famosos doces ou seu tão falado museu.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ele me deu um chaveiro com três chaves...da porta do convento...do corredor...do meu quarto.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mostrou-me o chuveiro e saiu rapidamente<em>..."Deixe as chaves sobre a cama amanhã e bata todas as portas...elas se fecham sozinhas".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Total silêncio...<em>"quem diria que um dia teria chaves de um convento em minhas mãos!".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lQFZI58zI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-JVlkwPQEH4/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lQFZI58zI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/-JVlkwPQEH4/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+770.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei pela janela quadriculada depois do banho reconfortante...fui dar um passeio e jantar...escurecia bem tarde...era primavera.</span></div><span style="font-size: large;"></span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Conheci muitas pessoas simpáticas e agradáveis de todas as nacinalidades...mas havia três alemães que sempre queriam ser os primeiros em tudo...a chegar...a comer...a comprar...a pagar.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Armaram uma bela confusão nesse restaurante quando me viram ocupar uma mesa sozinha...convidei-os...recusaram.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Queriam privacidade...penso que não estavam preparados para a partilha...o dono simpático se desculpou...mas ficou muito triste.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lT0719u_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/ujBm7awyXLI/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lT0719u_I/AAAAAAAAA9o/ujBm7awyXLI/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+768.jpg" vt="true" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">De volta para o convento depois de fazer compras passei pela Iglesia de Santa Maria del Camino do século XI...entrei...lembrei-me dos <em>"tres hermanos"</em> que me ajudaram e chorei...o Caminho já estava deixando suas marcas encantadas em mim.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lVf2W6SdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/E9niOpFVfTk/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+767.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lVf2W6SdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/E9niOpFVfTk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+767.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pronta para descansar imaginava se teria Santa Clara dormido no quarto ao lado...lembrei-me também da lenda que dizia que São Francisco de Assis havia pernoitado aqui em sua peregrinação a Santiago.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lXKlFAVqI/AAAAAAAAA94/9hthq_odbEk/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6lXKlFAVqI/AAAAAAAAA94/9hthq_odbEk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+769.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Com esses pensamentos espreguicei-me demoradamente...cobri a cabeça...fazia muito frio ali...protegida pelos santos e pelas três chaves dormi como um anjo!</span></div></div></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-71958048705038599912010-03-19T19:24:00.020-03:002010-09-25T15:38:31.521-03:00Hontanas-Itero de La Vega<span style="font-size: x-large;">01/05/09</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hoje seria um dia de muita introspecção...a natureza ecoava lá dentro de mim...estar sozinha fazia isso...e era muito bom.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu olhava a paisagem com os olhos de dentro...e via muita beleza.</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Resolvi fazer uma filmagem...amadora...queria registrar o local e as sensações...com o ruído do vento mal dá para ouvir o que eu falava.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIlpwyU2DUY&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EIlpwyU2DUY&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Não temos um mapa que ensina como viver a vida...construímos a nossa vivendo um dia de cada vez...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ali não era diferente...caminhávamos como vivíamos...sem ensaio.</span> </div><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O dia estava brilhante...a vegetação muito viva...parecia querer contar muitas histórias de peregrinos anteriores a mim. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Continuei a filmagem...dessa vez caminhando...o terreno me permitiu andar um pouco sem os bastões...estava ofegante mas feliz.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pelo Convento de San Antón do século XV...abrigou na Idade Média a já extinta Ordem dos Antonianos...parece que traziam uma cruz azul no peito da batina.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eram conhecidos por conhecerem a cura da gangrena conhecida à época como <em>"fuego de San Anton"...</em>ofereciam pão, abrigo e bênçãos aos peregrinos doentes.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Seria algum medicamento secreto...algum tipo de erva...ou somente limpeza e higienização?...talvez o poder da fé...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Isso jamais saberemos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Da estrada avistei Castrogeriz...cidadezinha bem à margem do caminho e a Iglesia de Nuestra Señora Del Manzano.</span></div></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6KBcfBnFjI/AAAAAAAAA44/fUiNZ7YTaOE/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6KBcfBnFjI/AAAAAAAAA44/fUiNZ7YTaOE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+695.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div align="justify" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lá no alto as ruínas do castelo Castrum Sigerici...fortaleza do século IX ocupada por visigodos...romanos...árabes...espanhóis.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">De lá de cima esses povos em tempos de guerra viam muito longe... </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6KDOG5Z16I/AAAAAAAAA5A/7_tkU4IOc1s/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+697.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6KDOG5Z16I/AAAAAAAAA5A/7_tkU4IOc1s/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+697.jpg" vt="true" width="596" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O sinal logo no início da Cuesta de Mostelares com seus 910 metros de altitude mostrava bem o que me esperava...ânimo não me faltaria...só água.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Vi alguns peregrinos desconhecidos...muito falantes...suas mochilas eram pequenas...faziam os trechos em etapas curtas...suas <em>"vans"</em> levavam o pesado e os esperavam no final de suas caminhadas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Achei graça quando vi que levavam guarda-chuva dentro das bolsas...desodorante...escova de cabelo...água mineral para lavar o rosto quando transpirassem muito.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fazia-se o caminho de todas as formas...bastava querer muito. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6O2uhWkUYI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/re8ZovVDPFY/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6O2uhWkUYI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/re8ZovVDPFY/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+699.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Camina caminante...vamos ver o que tem lá em cima"</em>...olhei para trás<em>...</em>percebi vários tubetes fincados na encosta...não consegui descobrir o que seriam...talvez um marco místico...ou nada disso.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>"Guenta Leila...agora chupa a rapadura!".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6O4En5vDbI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UzOFzZvEDDk/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6O4En5vDbI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/UzOFzZvEDDk/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+701.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei à esquerda...que privilégio poder estar ali...as nuvens iam e vinham...o dia estava lindo!</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei para a frente...muita terra e pedra...escorregava...fincava os bastões...suspirava...concentrava-me....que bom que não chovia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei para trás...meus companheiros pareciam formiguinhas corcundas.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6O8pY4e2cI/AAAAAAAAA5w/4HWbdlf_txU/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6O8pY4e2cI/AAAAAAAAA5w/4HWbdlf_txU/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+706.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">De lá de cima avistei um imenso parque eólico...o vento era bem aproveitado...para onde iria tanta energia?</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exausta e feliz...quase sem água...fiquei olhando as flores e toda aquela beleza sem nenhuma pressa...nem olhei para o relógio. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O tempo passava...a vida fluía...ninguém julgava ninguém...cada um fazia o que queria...quando queria...e se queria.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei pela Ermita de San Nicolás de Puente Fitero onde funciona hoje um albergue...lá longe a Puente do século XI e seus onze arcos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6PiKFy6-RI/AAAAAAAAA6I/g3zojKJGj5w/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+712.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6PiKFy6-RI/AAAAAAAAA6I/g3zojKJGj5w/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+712.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Toda de pedras é a mais longa do caminho...embaixo dela o rio Pisuerga...uma beleza de 283 quilômetros de comprimento.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Sentar em uma pedra em forma de cadeira era um luxo...se era na sombra então...alegria dobrada.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entrava na Província de Palência...Burgos já era...ainda Castilla y Leon.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em Itero de La Vega resolvi ficar no hotel vizinho ao albergue...refúgio privado Itero...valeu a pena.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Havia esquecido como era dormir em cama com lençol e travesseiro.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tomei banho e pude sair despida do box quadrado de 60 centímetros...p</span><span style="font-size: large;">equeno?...achei ótimo...um verdadeiro cinco estrelas!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Saí para comprar o lanche do próximo dia...encontrei Juan e Irene.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela estava sem febre mas tinha bolhas nos pés...o homeopata estava de novo sem medicamento...nem o <em>"compeed"</em> que parecia uma pele artificial eles tinham...e isso era sempre recomendado por todos.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">E</span><span style="font-size: large;">u tinha tudo...até pomada cicatrizante de <em>"calêndula"...</em>agulha e linha esterilizadas...ele ficou mais uma vez encantado e surpreso.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela preferiu que eu tratasse as <em>"ampollas"</em> dizendo ao pai que eu era mais experiente com as agulhas...já sabiam a minha profissão.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Foi engraçado vê-lo acompanhando todo o processo </span> <span style="font-size: large;">e depois agradecendo pelo tratamento.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Jantamos juntos e conversamos longamente...apesar das relações serem rápidas elas eram incrivelmente intensas, verdadeiras, boas e inesquecíveis!</span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7226604844427478550.post-30770623866137140962010-03-17T17:53:00.261-03:002010-09-25T15:33:35.578-03:00Burgos-Hontanas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="font-size: x-large;">30/04/09</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">J</span><span style="font-size: large;">á estava me acostumando com as meias maratonas diárias...faria hoje outra loucura...mais 30 quilômetros...tive problemas com hospedagem.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O Caminho cruzava o<em> "paseo de la universidad"...</em>bonito o campus.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><em><span style="font-size: large;"></span></em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6Exdw-GanI/AAAAAAAAA24/KfjfCHvmyXE/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+654.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6Exdw-GanI/AAAAAAAAA24/KfjfCHvmyXE/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+654.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O rio Arlanzon nos acompanharia por bastante tempo...115 quilômetros de comprimento...não vi nenhum pescador dessa vez.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Em Villabilla de Burgos ouvi um longo apito...era um trem RENFE...Red Nacional de Ferrocarrilles Españoles.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um companheiro atrás disse que era para nós...acenamos de volta com o bastão...o maquinista retribuiu com os braços para fora.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Avancei até Tardajos...esse mapa do caminho em puro granito chamou minha atenção...já tinha andado bastante.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Parei para um lanche rápido...na rua mesmo...senti um tremor no chão...aumentava rapidamente...barulho de sinos...olhei para trás...vinham velozmente. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6E8ysv35LI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vNPIg82AH4g/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6E8ysv35LI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/vNPIg82AH4g/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+669.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Fui surpreendida por esse congestionamento de ovelhas...eu estava bem no caminho daquelas diferentes e exóticas peregrinas...ou seriam peregrinos?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Com a passagem do rebanho fiquei espremida no canto...pisaram meus pés e consequentemente as bolhas...nunca na vida havia ficado tão próxima desses animais.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sempre há uma primeira vez para tudo na vida...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6FAiWC3k2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/pq0HraxlJzw/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+671.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6FAiWC3k2I/AAAAAAAAA3o/pq0HraxlJzw/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+671.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">O pastor simpático gritava <em>"Non tengas miedo!"...</em>eu não estava com medo...estava curtindo muito...o cheiro era esquisito e forte.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6FCY1yIwDI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YGqkQI7sq1g/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+672.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6FCY1yIwDI/AAAAAAAAA3w/YGqkQI7sq1g/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+672.jpg" vt="true" width="640" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os balidos eram muito fortes e altos...elas é que deveriam estar com medo de mim.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">As marcas pretinhas da sua passagem ficaram no chão...</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Como criança só ria...elas se foram correndo...amontoaram-se na passagem estreita...experiência agradável...a seta amarela estava lá.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6FNxM794JI/AAAAAAAAA4A/5c2O1k3FJS8/s1600-h/Camino+de+Santiago+674.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dpg-gk6iLFA/S6FNxM794JI/AAAAAAAAA4A/5c2O1k3FJS8/s640/Camino+de+Santiago+674.jpg" vt="true" width="596" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">A ideia não era caminhar tanto hoje mas os albergues abriam às 15 horas e eu passei muito cedo por eles...não iria ficar esperando...estava bem. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Passei por Rabé de Las Calzadas...uma graça de vila...senhorinhas conversavam na rua...molhei o rosto na fonte...estava muito quente.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">E andei muito mais...passei por Hornillos del Camino...albergues <em>"completos"</em>...sem bateria...não fiz mais fotos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">P</span><span style="font-size: large;">assei por Sambol...a chuva nos pegou...albergues <em>"completos"</em> também.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Todos desanimaram...aí virou uma corrida...os mais jovens se apressaram...q</span><span style="font-size: large;">ueriam chegar a Hontanas e tomar sua cervejinha.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Os lentos como eu iam a passo de tartaruga mesmo debaixo da chuva fina...doíam joelhos, costas e mãos.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Resumindo...estávamos um caco geral...em Hontanas todos os albergues <em>"completos"...</em>inclusive pensões.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sobrou o refúgio municipal...tomei banho com água fria...minha cama era um colchonete de um centímetro...no chão...não havia mais acomodação...aceitei...ou teria que andar mais um pouco.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exausta fui jantar...a austríaca Edith, o alemão Klaus e o paramédico suíço Pedro estavam lá...nos alegramos muito com o reencontro. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Juan, médico homeopata de Madri, e sua filha holandesa Irene chegaram quase juntos comigo ao albergue. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ele ofereceu sua cama ao lado da filha...não aceitei...ele insistiu...eu disse que estava bem...deu seu grosso cobertor para aquecer e amaciar meu sono...ele percebeu que o piso estava gelado.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sentindo frio ele dormiu de roupa...foi um cavalheiro...exercitou a partilha.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Na madrugada sua filha acordou com febre...o médico não havia trazido nenhum medicamento...levou-a ao chuveiro...ficou feliz e encantado quando ofereci a <em>"beladona"..."uma mão lavou a outra".</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Demorei para voltar a dormir...a claridade da noite entrava pela janela...com frio esfreguei um pé no outro...as bolhas incomodavam.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Entendi que se as bolhas sempre saravam...mais cedo ou mais tarde...todos os outros <em>"machucados"</em> da vida também cicatrizariam...</span></div>Leila Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01686985208686557002noreply@blogger.com0