
Pilgrimage to Fatima and Santiago de Compostela
Sunday Oct 25th- Saturday Oct 31st 2009 |
Our journey to the two important shrines of Fatima and Santiago de Compostela
was quick and short compared to that of past and indeed present pilgrims. Nonetheless,
our group of 30 from the churches of The Holy Trinity, The Holy Innocents and St Peter-in-Chains shared - common to many travellers- contemplation both spiritual and personal; a reminder of life’s continuity (churches old and new, town
centres or ’living museums’, still Medieval but change so evident nearby) and a welcome break with the everyday. |
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“This was our second visit to Fatima which we found even more impressive ...
visiting the homes of the three children..meeting an elderly relative still living
in the area to tell us some of the history ... we were also moved with the services held
in Santiago de Compostela and in the basilica of Santa Lucia. Overall it was a great pilgrimage.”.. “I felt being touched during the Mass in the chapel (Fatima). Overall the entire pilgrimage was very moving. The highlight was the Mass in the Basilica of Santa Lucia ending our pilgrimage. ” My penance was to try to report such a rich experience without being too personal or to write a guide book-so for anecdotes unintentional or not I wish to thank (in order): Trevor, Pat, Tamara, Andrij, Alice, Trevor, Marguerite & Lloyd, Violet and.... Saúde to our community! Andrij. |
We thank Fr Patrick, Irena and Nick from Longwood Holidays for organising
this incredible journey and Sophia and João for looking after us so well –
Saúde!! |
On Sunday all appreciated the extra hour sleep due to the summer-time clock change
before boarding the 4am coach to Heathrow- except one who forgot and gave the
Vicarage an extra alarm call at 3am, by ringing the doorbell. Early misadventure
when we unloaded our baggage at the wrong terminal was soon transformed before
midday into a memorable Portuguese (and Spanish) adventure - a cultural, spiritual
and historical kaleidoscope of colour and spectacle. Outside Lisboa airport we were
greeted by warm weather which was to last all week, and by our cheerful guide
Sophia and careful driver João. |
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It was slightly difficult to digest all of Sophia’s enthusiastic information without a
personal library as we slowly made our way through the centre with its squares and
statutes at each roundabout. After a brief photo-stop at the top of Edward VII Park
with its geometric pruned hedges for a vista of downtown with the Tagus in the distance,
going down Liberty Avenue we entered the Baixa district with its elegant
avenues culminating in the Square of Commerce all rebuilt after the earthquake of
1755. There was no problem in digesting the food and excellent wine waiting for us
at the Alcantara quayside restaurant before we visited the Monastery of St Jeronimos
at Belem. The elaborate South Portal with its shrine-like hierarchy of figures
centred round Henry the Navigator, headed by Our Lady of the Three Kings was
impressive; even more so the interior- the nave’s soaring pillars supporting the beautiful
fan-vaulted ceiling, the cloister decorated with ‘Manueline’ tracery-coiled rope
spirals… Outside some had a bite of the local delicacy, Belem custard tart- despite
the long shop queue thanks to our guide’s intervention. Sadly time did not allow a
visit to Belem Tower but we all could see the modern Monument to the Discoveries
with its caravel boat design. En route north to our hotel in Marinha Grande for a
welcome buffet supper we briefly stopped to admire the awesome exterior of
Batalha (Battle) Abbey.
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Monday was an important day. Our pilgrimage to Fatima was a peaceful respite
from the previous day’s excitement- no crowds with plenty of time to meditate, to
pray or to stroll around the large square. Fr Patrick celebrated Mass in a side-chapel
of the basilica reminding us of two aspects of our pilgrimage- the inner reconciliation
of faith and the sense of community-of listening and looking out for each other.
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We visited the main basilica of Our Lady of the Rosary and its 15 altars dedicated
to the 15 mysteries within which lie the tombs of the three children who witnessed
the apparitions of 1917 – Francisco and Jacinta Marto who died so young in 1919
and 1920 respectively of the Spanish Influenza pandemic and of their cousin Sister
Lucia who died in 2005. With the Chapel of Apparitions we could also wonder at
the huge very modern Church of the Most Holy Trinity built 2004-7 by a Greek
architect with its striking golden altar mosaic. In sharp contrast were the humble
homes of the three seers in the nearby rural village of Aljustrel, which we visited
after a self-service lunch nearby. A pleasant surprise was meeting João the 83-year
old nephew at the Marto household and also hearing a cockerel, perhaps heralding
our visit to Santiago on Thursday. In the nick of time we managed to tour Alcobaça‘
s Church and Monastery founded in 1157- the large dormitory, refectory,
kitchen with its vast chimney and the Cloister of Silence reflecting its early Cistercian
wealth. Within lay the detailed majestic tombs of Pedro 1 and his mistress Inês
Castro placed foot to foot – a truly Gothic tale of tragic love from the history books. |
Tuesday was travel day as we loaded up our suitcases to visit the next two major
cities in Portugal going north to our hotel at Ofir. First we arrived at the New
Church & Convent of St Clare to see the silver tomb and outdoor statue of St
Queen Isabella with a good view across the Mondego river of the university quarters
of Upper Coimbra. Passing the Little One’s Portugal theme park and the gardens
where Ines was murdered, we stopped briefly for a coffee, comfort stop or quick visit
to the old cathedral as 40 minutes allowed. A leisurely but brief coach tour of the
university and Sé (cathedral) followed as we carefully avoided the new students carrying
turnips. Then we were off to busy (O)Porto, reminded of an old saying
‘Coimbra sings, Braga prays, Lisbon shows off and Porto works’-‘the tripe eaters’ dismissive of the Capital’s ‘lettuce eaters’. Crossing the Douro along the lower twotier Dom (King) Luis bridge we stopped for a fine lunch at ‘Chez Lapin’ on the riverfront, a short walk in the Ribeira district and a short coach ride back across to Vila Nova de Gaia for a port tasting and tour at Graham’s port lodge (the White proved quite popular). Fortified, we quickly visited the Sé for a commanding view of the city as we bade farewell. |
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Wednesday was a rest day. Some took advantage of the hotel’s good facilities -
the swimming pool, the bowling alley, the nearby beach. Many also strolled to
the nearby village of Fão, visiting the attractive parish church, typically adorned with
flowers, ‘azulejos’ wall tiles and baroque decoration. One, thinking of a career change, jumped onto the driving seat of an open air 1931 fire engine at the local
emergency station while the attendants were not looking and almost got stuck. One
venturing to Barcelos, told that she needed the same bus stop for the trip back, was
rather bewildered that the return bus took a different route.
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Thursday was the climax of our pilgrimage-a two hour scenic journey to one of the
oldest shrines of Europe- Santiago de Compostela. Unfortunately a turbo problem
with the coach meant a long coffee break in Valença on the border as we waited for
a replacement, so missing the International Pilgrim’s Mass and the famous swinging
of the large censer in honour of our group. However we had our own Mass in St
Andrew’s chapel before following the age-old tradition of visiting the tomb of St
James and touching the back of his altar statue without much queuing. The Romanesque
Glory Doorway and the Jesse Tree were extraordinary. Although the square
facing the Cathedral’s rich baroque Western façade with its twin towers was impressively
large, it was easy to get lost in the attractive surrounding streets and squares.
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One explorer found himself unintentionally back at the cathedral three times via different
entrances and decided to settle for a brief if enjoyable tour of its museum.
Two were late for the coach departure – a panic stricken lady emerged from a taxi
within 10 minutes. A more distraught gentleman emerged 20 minutes later- he had
been driven to the wrong ‘bus station’; ever- efficient Sophia cancelled the police
checks on local hospitals. All relieved, on going back we enjoyed listening to Fado
guitar songs –the nostalgic mood of ‘saudade’ shared by some of us as we realised
that very soon we were to leave Portugal. |
Friday’s half- day visit to the attractive port of Viana do Castelo was the last on our
listed schedule. We first stopped with a commanding if misty hilltop view of the
town, at the Sacred Heart of Jesus dedicated to the martyred Santa Lucia (St.
Lucy), Patroness of Sight. Under the striking decorated dome with its Greek style
Stations of the Cross, Fr Patrick offered the final Mass of our pilgrimage. The spirited
lesson reading and above all the singing moved the local priest to say more than
a few words of greeting. Sophia did well, being a guide not interpreter, to translate
spontaneously some of the religious terms. Owing to time and travel, common to all
our explorations during the week, our stay in Viana was sadly a short if nformative
introduction to its many attractions. Republic Square with its 16th century fountain
and the three- tiered Misericórdia hospital even with the curious modern fountain was an idyllic setting for lunch. |
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The Portuguese enjoy a leisurely lunch: coach-tourists cannot. For many at the main
café a precious hour was largely consumed by a wait or fast. Our numbers had overwhelmed
the staff. Or was it because bacalha (salted cod) had been ordered and
Oct.30th perhaps was missing from the reputed 365 recipes? The ‘porco’ had run
away or when the omelette was ordered someone had asked for ’Spanish’? Oh well –
a minor blip. |
Before our evening flight back on Saturday nearly all accepted the late additional
trip to Braga – ‘the city of churches’ (35) - not to ‘collect’ any more religious visits
but to savour more of this enchanting country. First we stopped at the Sanctuary of
San Sameiro with its fine view and modern church crypt with its Casares picture
controversial for including a contemporary archbishop. Upstairs before leaving we
sang the Salve Regina.
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Our next shrine outside the city was the Baroque Bom Jesus
do Monte - the Church noted for its altar 3-D representation of the crucifixion, St
Clement’s altar of relics, - with its famous staircase reflecting the 3 virtues of faith,
hope and charity, and the 5 senses forming an image of the chalice at the bottom;
below which was the leafy trail of the Stations of the Cross. Fortunately we were
walking down but it still took us 40 minutes. Some took the funicular. In Braga, after
time for lunch and a brisk tour which included the Archbishop’s Palace we visited
the oldest Cathedral in Portugal, noting the tender statue of Our Lady of the Milk,
the cheeky demon on the roof, the beautiful iron grill and the striking West Porch
with 3 bays of groined vaulting before entering inside. A fine Manueline altarpiece, a
chapel decorated with azulejos, fantastic twin baroque gilt wood organs, the macabre
tombs of the King’s Chapel were some of the delights that greeted us but it was now
time to catch our plane home. We arrived back at the Vicarage, at midnight on Halloween,
our Heathrow coach driven by a Portuguese from Madeira. |

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