Yesterday I feel I met Jesus, not in the religions way, but I got healed by magic hands.
I met Lena - whose middle name is actually Maria, and she has healing powers.
She is an Osteopat that is a person that understands the body very well and by simple touches can get the body to heal itself. Lena has worked in this field for 17 years and is very passionate about her profession, so even at vacation she cannot stop to work.
Normally I would have been very skeptical about such a thing - but not any more. I have a shoulder that started to hurt 30 years ago at volleyball, smashing too hard, and about two years ago that injury reappeared after playing tennis with my friend Wouter. For the last year or so, probably several years, my shoulder have hurted a lot, and I normally wake several times a night due to pains in the shoulder. But not anymore. I was told that the injury was due to a problem with the AC joint in the shoulder, and relaxation was the cure. Lena could feel with her hands that the problem was at the other end of the bone connected to the AC joint, and by very soft pressure on both ends, and then on the shoulder, she got the body to cure itself, and could describe in real time how she could feel the tissue tighten and loosen and I could at the same time feel the pain rise and disappear. It took about 5-10 minutes, and I slept for first time in at least 6 months without pain, and the pains are just gone, also today the day after. This feels like magic and too good to be true - and I hope it will last. She also cured Nobert, a fellow pilgrem from Hungary that had issues with his angle, and he also got much better. And today it was Corne (at the picture above) with his knee. So we both talk about Lena as jesus with the healing power. Now we just need to see her make water to wine.
And talking about wine - this morning we passed a Wine Fountain - a tap in the wall where you can drink wine. The day started at 6 were most woke up at the hostel and we did the packaging and cleaning. This hostel had breakfast and we all sat together and got coffee and food - a really nice start of the day, which also meant we got onto the street a bit later.
I started the walking alone though the city. Soon I met Nobert - with the cured foot - and we walked together in a really fast pace. We started parsing a blacksmith with nice things.
And then we came to the wine fountain where we used our sea shells to drink water. A bit early with red wine at 8 in the morning, but what will you not do for tradition, and it was one spoon only anyway. A fun tradition.
Weather was good today, no rain, a bit sun, and not too warm, and beautiful landscape as usual. There were only one town in todays 22 km walk, and there we got coffee and a snack.
The landscape is still so beautiful and below you can watch a small video.
And another one.And a couple of photos.
We arrived early at Los Arcos, the destination town, about 12:30, and checked into the hostel where we got our beds.
When you arrive at a hostel, the normal procedure that most seems to follow is: First use the disposable linings to cover the bed, unpack sleeping bag and mummy, find clean clothes and shower. Treat your feet, wash your clothes, and then find lunch. We went to the square at the local town where we got a cold beer and pizza, and were sitting there for about 3 hours, where many other of our pilgrim friends came by and sat down.
I am now at the hostel, doing reflections and writing this blog. In less than two hours in is dinner time, and then time for early bed. Hostels typically close at 22, so you need to be in there, and people go to sleep directly or earlier. Tomorrow will be a bit tougher, where the distance is nearly 30 km, so we will start early.