Our decision to stay in the Couvent in Saint-Come d’Alt was driven by our desire to experience a place that had been a sanctuary for pilgrims for centuries. We were eager to immerse ourselves in this tradition that had been embraced by many before us. I am so glad we did.
Our friends Natalia and Tonio would stay with us, making it even more special. It was a glorious day of walking, and as we entered the small village, a gentleman asked us where we were staying. When we said the covenant, he said he was heading over and offered us a ride. It was only 1.5 km, but he was eager to help us, so we accepted his kind offer. He drove us around the antiquated village before dropping us off, allowing us to see parts we may not have seen had we been walking. His act of kindness was an example to us.
The Couvent is a majestic old building steeped in history, and we were thrilled to be able to stay here. Once we registered, we headed to our room with the itinerary for the rest of the evening. A funny thing happened once I entered the room. I felt exhausted. I can be tired, but I usually bathe, unpack, and wash my laundry before I sit down. But not this time. I just wanted to lay under the covers and not move, which was my first indication that something was not quite right.
We went to vespers in the old cathedral and then to dinner. We were served a wonderful meal, but I quickly excused myself and went to bed. It surprised me, as I have never felt ill while walking. I went through a hundred different scenarios before I suspected I might be under the weather. The following day, I felt achy and tired, so after much complaining, I accepted a ride to the next village. It was humbling but a good thing for me to do.
Walking is the most luxurious activity I indulge in. I love being outdoors and having a time of solitude. Every step gives my heart and soul just what it needs. It provides me the perfect opportunity to work on my self-awareness without the distractions of daily life. I had struggled so much with my feelings for Tom’s health and well-being; when it came to my frailties in this area, I struggled even more. This realization was both challenging and enlightening to me.
Perhaps I am at my strongest when I feel at my weakest. Acknowledging my human frailties, such as illness, fatigue, or inadequacy, does not make me weak; it makes me human. This lesson was a powerful reminder of the value of humility and the importance of asking and accepting help when needed.
The Camino continues to provide.
You are loved.
Tom and Nancy’s Journeys 