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Br i a n R. Mu r d o ck
Copyr i gh t 2011
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The brief stage from Tuy to O Porriño is described as being one of the least attractive of all the legs leading
up to Santiago de Compostela and I have to admit
that, in many ways, it lived up to its billing. That’s
why I was grateful to get it out of the way on the first
day. It also explains why so many walkers carry on totowns further away like Mos or Redondela instead of
stopping there. But being our first day, we decided to
play it safe.
Not all of it was horrendous by any stretch of
the imagination. The first half was actually quitepleasant, with plenty of small villages to weave
through, an occasional lichen-clad chapel to admire,
a local or two to greet, and numerous patches of
woods and grassy fields to cross. Galicia is especially
favorable when it comes to offering the walker a
constant change of scenery. Its landscape well
peppered with small farmhouses, villages, hamlets
and towns, snuggly fit among hills, ravines, rivers
and valleys, makes light hiking just plain
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entertaining. Every ten minutes you find yourself
saying, “That is the prettiest place I’ve ever seen.”
Considering its rural reputation, Galicia is
actually one of the most densely populated regions in
Spain, at least in the sense that it is not made up of a
lot of land with just a few compact town centers
interspersed, as you might find in regions like
Castile, but rather has a constant stream of villages
and farmhouses, some located in the least expected
places. At least in that part of the region, rare is the
moment that you are ever entirely out of sight from
civilization.
These first few miles constituted a good
chance to get our blood pumping, our bones and
joints greased and our muscles into to shape, so that
we wouldn’t kill each other by the end of the trip.
Aitor carried on a lively conversation about what a
great week we had ahead of us and how much theCamino meant to him and laced his discourse with
plenty of nicely chewable bits of philosophy, which
we all agreed made a lot of sense. Out on the road,
everything seemed to make sense, because, as Aitor
would remind us time and time again, “that’s the way
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the Camino is”. He talked on and on while Andrés
took each kilometer with a degree of circumspection
as he tried to get a feel for what this journey was all
about and just how it was going to affect him
physically. So far, he seemed to be holding up. Then
again, we had only walked a couple of miles.
The historical highlight of this section was a
small medieval bridge, known forebodingly as the
Bridge of Fevers, where San Telmo (Saint Elmo –
yes, the one you might associate with glowing boats
and planes or even Rob Lowe) became seriously ill
during his pilgrimage to Santiago in 1251. The holy
man was subsequently returned to Tuy where he would eventually die. A brief chronicle of the events
is engraved in stone at the site and it is a moving
tribute to his faith, but at the same time, a
discouraging message to the faithful. To me, it said
that “pilgrims die on the Camino and have beendoing it for a long time”.
The story behind this holy man is interesting
because, like many, I too thought this was the guy
whose name was given to that odd electrical
phenomenon that so effected 747s during storms. It
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came as no surprise then when I learned that he was
the patron saint of sailors. This man who keeled over
and nearly perished at the banks of slow moving
stream outside Tuy was born in Spain in a former
Roman town called Astorga, in the old Spanish
kingdom of León. His name was Pedro González
Telmo and he entered the Dominican order to
become a man of God. Though he was accustomed toliving amid royalty and nobility, he eventually chose
to devote his time and efforts to the poor, especially
in the fishing communities of Galicia. It was here he
earned his reputation for his saintliness and kindness
to mariners. He passed away, as we know, was beatified five years later. Interestingly enough, even
though he was never officially canonized, he is
considered a saint.
But, he wasn’t the first Elmo. Due to his last
name and affinity for sailors (I know that sounds alittle odd), people confused him with another well-
known Saint Elmo, formally called St. Erasmus of
Fornia, who died in 303. I bet you didn’t know there
were that many people named Elmo in this world, let
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alone the fact two of them actually ended up being
saints.
This is the guy we really associate with the fire
and also the one is most commonly identified with
the world of fishing and boating. He too preached to
sailors and even survived nearly being struck by
lightning, whence came the fame.
Erasmus of Fornia lived a life of rectitude and
unparalleled holiness and devoted much of his time
to trying to convert pagans into Christians at a time
when being a Christian was not something you
always wanted on your résumé. But what really
earned him a spot in the Hall of Fame of Saintliness
was how he ended his days on this planet, because
when it comes to martyrdoms, it is hard to beat the
physical punishment Erasmus endured. We now
know how San Telmo from Spain departed from this
world, but compared it way in which Erasmus methis demise and you’d think he got off easy.
Saint Erasmus had it a decidedly less envious
time of it. He lived during the notorious Diocletian
persecutions of the early Christians. The chronicle
of his torture sessions and ensuing death exceeds all
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that is credible, but even if we are to believe even a
tenth of it, the man clearly went through some rough
moments. It is said they beat him, spit on him
(probably just as a greeting), and then bludgeoned
his body until his veins burst. He is said to have
accepted the harsh treatment with stoicism, good
nature and open gratefulness towards God. As a rule,
this is not advisable behavior to profess before anangry Roman emperor…or his Chief Torturer.
Enraged by what he saw, Diocletian then had him
tossed him into a pit full of snakes and worms, then
poured hot oil on his body and covered his hands
with sulfur, to which Erasmus responded again by giving thanks to God for all that he had.
A mighty storm suddenly came and a lighting
bolt, fittingly, killed the tormentors, allowing him off
the hook, which I reckon is relative, because who
would really like to live on after such a horridexperience?
Diocletian was undaunted by the setback. He
stuck the man in an even narrower hole with more
snakes and worms hoping they would do him in, but
got nowhere because Erasmus continued to preach,
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and preach and preach, and was once again plucked
from certain death. This time he was saved by an
angel.
Erasmus ran into more trouble with another
emperor named Maximinian who was reported to be
even more vicious than Diocletian, if such a thing was
possible, and from a description of his choice of
sadism, that just may have been a fair comparison.
He stuck nails into him, pulled out his teeth, nipped
off his fingers, gauged out his eyes and drew and
quartered him. Once again an angel came to the
rescue, a little late if you ask me, and the religious
man was allowed to continue his mission. Naturally they captured him another time and finally came up
with a more definitive measure. They slit his
stomach open and removed his innards by slowly
wrapping them around a pulley. Now that folks, no
matter how much holiness you have on your side, is atough one to recover from. Erasmus’ body gave up
and gave in.
I don’t know what you think, but I’d take the
fever over that anytime. By the way, in yet another
example of quirky Church thinking, Erasmus (Elmo)
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way had I not had been in such a hurry to get to the
car and back to Lalín for the communion. So, I
pressed on and on, crossed over to another
straightaway and trekked down another interminable
stream of asphalt. All this time, I kept thinking we
were but a few hundred yards from the town center,
but nothing came up. Nothing appeared. We
finally had to ask someone how far the albergue wasleft and they said we still had to get to Porriño.
“But wait,” I asked. “I thought this was
supposed to be Porriño already. What the heck?”
Yeah, right. That’s just the nature of the
Camino. You can be there and not there; and then
you can be no where, at the same time. And just
when you think you are there again, you almost never
are. It can take forever and it requires patience,
which was precisely what I lacked at that very
moment.
Out of frustration and fear of running late, I
kicked it into high gear. The final spurt of energy got
me to where I wanted to be but it took a lot out of
Andrés who arrived a few minutes behind us looking
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like he had just been slapped in the face a dozen
times by a German Oktoberfest waitress.
Andrés likes to be discreet in his observations
and politely observed amid gasps, “Was it me or did
you guys go a little fast there at the end?”
“You’re right, man,” I agreed. “It’s my fault.
Sorry. I won’t let it happen again.”
We carried on towards the shelter and on the
way passed through this town’s most attractive
features, which was a small but pretty pedestrian-
friendly center. O Porriño was the hometown of
Antonio Palacios, the architect who designed some of
Madrid’s most emblematic buildings, such as the old
general post office and the building of fine arts. His
home, a true curiosity is now the town hall.
Once at the shelter, we went straight for the car
and dumped our things in the trunk. Just then the
French-speaking girls who had taken our picture at
the bridge walked by from a distance and shook their
fingers at us in a disapprovingly.
“What?” I gestured.
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Then I realized we made a big mistake. Pilgrims
don’t like cars and the minute they see you with one,
they grimace and make all sorts of assumptions
about your using a support car. Clearly this wasn’t
our case at all, and I hated giving the wrong
impression. I felt like yelling, “It’s not what you
think, eh? So, you can knock off the finger wagging
thing.”
But I don’t know how to say that in French, and
I am sure most people don’t either. Oh, well, who
cared? We knew the truth and it was our Camino not
theirs.