Hospitalero – Part 5. The Solstice

June 22, 2018

A much different solstice!

I’m dripping with sweat – the albergue is fully booked this evening. Spanish summer does its thing, it’s not even noon and almost all the rooms are booked. A flock of 12 rushed in at once; one needs a room, the other wants to eat, another is barely standing and another needs a WC, someone needs to inquire about tonight’s mass right this moment – a complete vertigo of a mess. Everyone’s dragging their bikes and carts inside, it’s just me and Daniel here – we are super busy bees today because Antonio is out for supplies, Andrea is off, but the seminarist is taking a nap.

Everyone’s tired, nervous. I put my trained voice to good use and command: ”Documents to me! Then follow Daniel and take your shoes off, then form a queue back to me!” The next big mess starts when the travellers rush to the kitchen to “help” with the dinner. My lovelies, upon seeing the inflow of people in the kitchen, start pulling their hair out and call for every known mother to aid them. How naive!? At a moment’s notice they’re surrounded and questioned about all the possible and impossible topics. This French guy, all fired up, is gesticulating knife in hand so vigorously that I’m starting to worry about everyone’s safety. Humming a lovely chant, I approach him carefully and take the knife. Then and there someone’s squeezing through to the sisters’ kitchen. I overtake him the last second, Antonio is crossing himself constantly, Andrea is summoned and is thrown to the two new arrivals – Italian cyclists. Daniel is making some small talk to get everyone out, and he succeeds. But that just means I’m left with no real help. May all the higher powers be hailed for Helen, a beautiful, energetic Croatian with whom I form a connection within the first moments. We work in tandem. The heavens bestow us with another helper, a French girl who spies the things to do on her own.

All’s done by 8PM when the dinner bell is rung – the table is set. I feel like I’ve ran a marathon, built a pyramid and cleaned the Augean stables – all of that at the same time. Today there are a lot of us, how nice that only half of those staying over are at the table. From today onwards I know I have two soulmates in this world, Helena Valovic, Teresa Casal. How wonderful that there are soul sisters in the world, it’s a surprise meeting them; and that feeling of closeness at the first sight…wow! Now I know- you exist. A couple of pictures from our solstice dinner. Just, please, don’t nag about the bags under my eyes and no comments about tiredness, ok?! I’m really tired though, but I’m happy!

Citi raksti

26.05.2022. Retrīts. 3. diena.

Knapi atvērusi dārza terases durvis, pieķeru Irēnu ar kafijas krūzi rokās, lavoties uz dārza attālo stūri pie plūmes. Jā, viņa stingri nolēmusi konkurēt ar vārnu pāri, kuri, ieraugot konkurentu, apmetušies kaimiņu eglē, lamājas ar visiem viņiem vien zināmajiem vārdiem. Dārzā sāk ziedēt pirmās trompešlilijas, saldā, maigā smarža patīkami kutina degunu. Brokastis atkal jautrā noskaņojumā, kāda kaut ko aizmirsusi, kādai kāda atklāsme. Man arī viena tāda ir - pazudušas mazās karotītes. Vakar bija, šodien nav.

28.10.2021. Krūšturi pa gaisu!

Ieraksti, darbi iekavēti, bet tas, šķiet, jau vairs nevienu nepārsteidz. Pēdējās nedēļas var salīdzināt ar “Figaro - turp, Figaro – šurp” ievietošanu vāveres ritenī, kurš traucas pa amerikāņu kalniņiem.

Ar papīriem zobos un savu juristi rokā (telefonā) apskraidu instances, vācu kaut kādus sertifikātus no Škodas centra, ka man tiešām ir Škoda, ne nomaskēts Ferrari. Numuriņš uz auto intīmo atklāšanu izņemts, ierodos laikā, bet – ooooo - es domāju, ka jau visu zinu par spāņu “maņanu” - tas ir numuriņš, lai iestātos rindā!
29.04.2023. Ir arī tā

Domāju nerakstīt, līdz mani ilgi, mīļi gaidītie viesi nebūs devušies mājup. Lai lieki nesatrauktu. Jo tik ļoti, ļoti gaidīti. Kāpēc - o, tur ir vesels stāsts, bet to tik ar pašu piekrišanu. Ko nozīmē būt viesu namiņa, kaut ofic neatzīta, bez stingriem papīriem, tik draugiem, draugu draugiem un viņu draugiem, saimniecei? Zināt, vai ne? Tas ir ne tikai prieks sagaidot un asara prombraucot, jo katrs paliek sirdī, tas ir ne tikai traks plānošanas, pielāgošanās maratons visās dienās, tā ir ne tikai spēja nolasīt vēlmes - gastronomiskās, emocionālās un vēl, un vēl. Tā ir arī prasme un vajadzība savākt sevi, savu fizisko ķermeni, kad tas uzrīko revolūciju.

Day three of the walk. I am not even sure how to name it – „Shoot me now” or „how the limits are tested”.