500 miles on the Camino with John and Linda Cunningham
Why would anyone in their right mind want to walk 500 miles across France and Spain?
“In that question may lie the answer,” says the rector of Ballymacarrett, Revd John Cunningham, who with his wife Linda, walked the Camino for the second time in May this year. He takes up the story below:
“Linda and I had experienced two difficult years, no worse than many others, but our daughter had been diagnosed with a brain tumour, my wife’s mother endured terminal cancer and we had survived a fairly serious car accident. Added to this, our parish was at the epicentre of the flag riots and the endless nights and Saturdays had all taken a toll.
“We were more than due a break as a result of all these occurrences and so we felt called to revisit an experience that we had found to be challenging refreshing and renewing and that left us in touch with ourselves, each other and God. We would walk the Camino de Santiago.”
Also known as ‘The Way of St James’, the Camino follows an ancient pilgrimage route with several starting points, but they all lead to the cathedral in the city of Santiago de Compostela in northern Spain.
The cathedral was believed to hold the relics of St James the Apostle and was the third of the great pilgrimages, the other two being Jerusalem and Rome. It is believed that millions made their way to the cathedral during the Middle Ages and today around 250000 from all over the world, make the journey each year. Their reasons are varied and often have nothing to do with faith or religion.
“Many do various stretches of the journey, continues John. “Mainly the first two weeks, or the last two weeks, but we believe that to get the full reward from the pilgrimage it is best to complete the entire 500 or so miles. The time and the distance, not to mention the peace and stillness of the mountaintops, make for a deeply enriching experience.
“And so on the 14 May, St Mathias’s Day, the day of my ordination 15 years earlier, we set out from St Jean Pied de Port in France to go over the Pyrenees and that afternoon we booked into an renovated monastery, in Spain, for the night.