I am walking to evening mass to the other side of the village as the big monastery church is no longer in function and redesign as a hostel. Noticeable is that the mass is visited exclusively by people above 65. Why are the young people not attending mass? The ultra conservative clerical class of Spain - and of many other European countries - Ned's to learn how to adress people today and get their attention;
for sure its not by practicing monotone prayer sessions and pityfull attempts to sing.
In the church of the mass I notice another curiusity: in the corner of the altar room a standing clock form past centuries calls all 15 minutes the current time- to keep the priest up to speed?!
For the evening I did not feel to have diner at the plazza mayor where I already had lunch and where you can only find cafeteria style restaurants with medium well cooked food. So I am stopping a good looking Spanish local lady asking her for her best restaurant pick of town. " Puerta Del Pardon - opposite of the Castillo", she responds.
After asking multiple people for the correct directions I end up at a very fine restaurant and order pheasant salad as appetizer and oxtail stew as main course. I drink the Carlos I especially to Ina's health at the end of the diner; tomorrow the toughest day of the Camino is expecting me - and I am celebrating life tonight:))
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