It was not until we arrived in Ponte de Lima, our last stop in our journey
(for the 3 of us anyways before heading straight to Lisbon for John to go back home), that we finally found about such a fascinating story.
We crossed the old medieval roman bridge and were actually just admiring the church on that side of the bridge, then, we saw a old carved stone right in front of the church but the leyend was not really visible so nothing there, We kept walking to what now we know is a diferent town named Arcozelos and few blocks further from the bridge we saw a line of the same people we were bumping ourself during the trip.
All of them, about six, were making a line in front of a little store and waiting for something.
Wanting to know what was going on, we asked one of the women standing there the reason of the line and the waiting.
Turns out they were waiting to have their little book stamped with the sello and since we did not understand the meaning of that, this nice lady proceed then to explain to us estupid ignorants a thorough explanation and on top of that the reason of her doing the camino.
Funny how everything falls in place even without you knowing.
Couple of years later, here we are offering our home to the pilgrims of the world on their way to Santiago.
The way I see it, there is no way we would never engage in such an amazing adventure therefore having pilgrims staying in our home, gathering together around a table to share a meal, and a glass of wine and lending an ear to hear lots of stories would be the closest way for us to
“walk the camino”.
By for now.
