There are signs, then there are SIGNS

When I left Hontanas I didn’t really think of much but tried ro simply enjoy the scenery. Soft rolling hills of shades of green and tera cotta with loads of wild flowers gave me much to enjoy.

There are so many yellow arrows and Camino signs that one really cannot get lost. Those signs even when there are no other roads to take are welcomed signs.

At many locations people have opted to write something of their own which is disconcerning. However, we ignore and walk on. On one sign that wasn’t quite parallel to the road was some writing. I glanced at the writing briefly and then stopped suddenly in my track

I took a few steps back and got closer to the writing, and at the bottom was faint letters that spelled Chibougamau !!

To most, this name means nothing, nothing at all. To myself and my siblings it happens to mean a lot! Chibougamau is a remote northern Canadian town (quite remote) where we lived in the early 60s when Dad was still in the Air force.

To say that I was totally stunned is a complete understatement! So, faced with this word, I opted to try to remember as much as I could about that early time in my life. Siblings, I DID take pictures but on my camera!

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  1. The camino is chockablock with signs and SIGNS and coincidences, and tiny but exciting miracles.

    On the first night of my camino in Roncesvalles, I met an Kiwi girl, and she noticed my spiral pendant, which my mother had given me. She noticed it because it was the symbol of the indigenous people of New Zealand (the Māori), and thought I might be a kiwi too. After I explained that I was Canadian, and did the usual Camino-introductions, we parted ways. I saw her a couple of times when we stayed at the same Albergue. In Estella, I noticed that my pendant had gone missing from it’s thread still around my neck. I was really disappointed, I had worn it around my neck for a long time, I felt naked without it. I might have even phoned my mother that night. She said it was just time to move on, and not to worry, that it was ok… and that I am still me, and to think of when one door closes (or disappears) another one will present itself, if I allow it. So I moved on, and walked on, as we all do… 2 days before Santiago I saw the Kiwi girl again. She told me she had something for me. I couldn’t think what she might have for me specifically, since we really weren’t that close. We made dinner together with some other familiar pilgrims, and she gave me the pendant which was lost for what now seemed like half a lifetime (maybe two weeks, camino time). She told me that she came upon it on the muddy walk up to the Alto de Perdon, likely the very day I lost it. That was the peak of a hill, the one with the windmills, where a metal statue of pilgrims and their donkeys marks “where the path of the winds crosses that of the stars”.

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