Saint James said "hi," in a tiny church in Santillana del Mar. About 20 km outside of Santander, Santillana del Mar is a gorgeous little preserved medieval village with a 12th century Collegiate church at it's center. The interior scent of musty moss lingers, reminding visitors of it's age, it's lack of adornment accentuating the value of that which Is there. Candelabras from another time hold florescent light bulbs, used for function rather that appeal. Bare grey stone walls are occasionally tinted green due to the cool humidity sitting heavy in the air. But the most stark feature; the stations of the cross, are small simple wooden crosses with the Roman numeral of the station carved into the center. No paintings of agony or symbols of wealth for this little church. Only austere mini crosses, displayed with the simplicity that the Christ for whom they represent, lived. "You are on camino and yet we haven't had our chats," St James said from his seat in the pew next to me, while a priest went through the motions of the mass.
"I have no rhythm yet, I haven't even felt you near!!" I responded in frustration.
"Perhaps you need to set aside distractions? Vale, tomorrow happens either way. Wake up and choose."
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