spain + portugal 4: to santiago de compostela

     

In the ninth century, a body was found in a cave that was held by the local bishop to be that of Saint James, and this became a rallying point for the Galicians in their battles with the Moors. He is even said to have risen up and joined the battle himself. Pretty soon an elaborate legend built up around Santiago, and the place where his body was found, Compostela, became Europe's greatest centre of pilgrimage, which did very nicely for the Galician economy.      

     Ever since, it has been a city of religious tourism, with a vast cathedral, major monasteries of all the sects, and great marshalling areas to control the crowds of pilgrims.

      We had encountered little straggles of pilgrims all along the way from Santander, and more were here. Mostly retirement age, with the latest all weather gear and hi-tech walking poles, but some were with the more traditional wooden staves. All fix a scallop shell ('coquille St-Jacques’ in French) to their rucksacks to symbolise the pilgrimage.

There are several routes for the Camino Santiago, and we mostly encountered parts of the 'French way', although later we came across other routes from the south. It's said that 100,000 complete this every year, not all for religious reasons – for many it's just a physical challenge. You have to do at least 100km on foot to get the official certificate.

      And when we got to Santiago, there they were: little groups of euphoric/exhausted people, boots off, staring in wonder at the buildings, or queuing up to get their certificates, or just lying flat out on the ancient flagstones of the Praza do Obradoiro.

This is a vast square in front of the west entrance of the cathedral and surrounded by other imposing institutional buildings of various periods. There is the wide facade of the pilgrims' hospital in elaborate transitional style, provided by Ferdinand and Isabella, and an equally impressive classical town hall. We stayed in a small, friendly hotel in a narrow colonnaded street, right by the cathedral, with massive stone walls and a pavement cafe for breakfast.

      Very much a tourist town since medieval times, the streets are full of religious gift shops and restaurants with special pilgrims' menus (you can get these all along the Camino if you can show you are a bona fide pilgrim). Portions tend to the enormous and we seriously over ordered at one place, mistaking mains for tapas plates.

The cathedral itself, extended over and over, is like a huge dark cave complex. At its heart the original romanesque aisles remain, austerely simple and beautiful, compared with the later over elaborate external additions. There is also a shady park on a hill facing the old town, a popular place to stroll and admire the view.