On the first day, at six in the evening, I got the bus to Ourense, a city about 50 kilometres from the northern Portuguese border. On that same day I’d had dialysis in the morning and received confirmation from the last of the dialysis centres that I would visit during the pilgrimage. Getting off the bus at six in the morning the following day, I met a Spanish couple who were also going to Santiago. We decided to start the journey together and after we have arrived at Ourense Cathedral, we received the first stamp on our “pilgrim’s passport”.
The first leg was 22 kilometres long – it was hard, but it was worth it. We met lots of people along the way and the group got bigger. That day a lady invited us to eat dinner at her house. We had the best beef I have ever eaten.
That night, in the hostel, everyone was planning the next leg of the route, but I had to start saying goodbye, as I would be heading for a hostel just 12 kilometres away, from where I could go to the closest hospital for dialysis. What a surprise I got when I returned from the hospital and found that the group was waiting for me! They had decided not to continue without me, even though some of them would arrive in Santiago later than they’d planned.
That’s the way we did it from then on. Everyone helped each other, everyone respected those who had taken vows of silence, and those who were ahead of the rest would buy and prepare food for everyone else. On the days that I had dialysis, we took a shorter route so that I could be in the hostel by midday. In the evening we all had dinner together and we’d chat and laugh with other pilgrims.