Day 8: Pilgrim's Mass
I attended the Pilgrim's mass the day after I arrived in Santiago. I hadn't been to a mass in a few years. Because the mass was in Spanish I was compelled to pay close attention in order to understand the message. It sermon was a beautiful message about acceptance. I was in a trance the whole time trying not to miss what was being said. When the priest called people to the communion, I jumped up so automatically it surprised me. I got in line and some how hoped that that one simple communion would have all my sins forgiven. Yes, I did hope for that and why not? After the mass, I got in line and to touch Santiago at the altar and that point I was feeling more like a tourist then the devout catholic that I am not.