Hello, everyone. We left La Laguna in the freshness (not to say "chill" at that altitude) of early morning. It's about a 5 kilometer (3 miles) walk to O Cebreiro. This mountain top church was blessed with an Eucharistic miracle, some centuries back, when a layman's faith, and grace, scolded a disbelieving priest. The layman's, who was known in the area for his devotion, struggled through a horrid snowstorm and cold to make Mass. The priest asked why he would go through all this effort for, as the priest at that moment believed, a bit of bread and some wine. The host and the liquid in the chalice were promptly transformed into a more-obvious version of themselves, meat and blood. (For my non-Catholic readers, this is what the Church teaches about the Eucharist.)
When we had passed through O Cebreiro in 2014, we forgot to visit the church to get a sello. This time we remembered.
We also saw the tomb of Father Elias, the man who did so much or revive interest in and knowledge of the Camino de Santiago. This is the one who started painting the yellow arrows along the trails.
The is the only modern grave I have seen in a church. (Father Elias died a few years ago.) All of us pilgrims owe him a great debt.
After visiting O Cebreiro, we walked to Triacastela. As this post is long, I will stop here.
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