Marist Music

Michael Herry is a Marist Brother working as a pastoral musician, mainly in the Melbourne Archdiocese. Br Herry writes scripture-based chants specifically for the Christian calendar.  Brother Herry is passionate about the interface between music and prayer and the challenge it offers us as Christians sharing the Good News.

Day 10 Logrono

Hi to all,
From a small hotel in Logrono where I'm holed up for a while with a bad knee.  It was a bit sore yesterday when walking with my pack but after a shower it really swelled up so this morning I caught a bus to the next town Logrono,   capital of the Rioha region known  for its red wine,  and this week is the annual festival. A noisy band of about 30  very enthusiastic players passed under my bedroom window about an hour ago. Earlier I bought some Voltarin and an ice pack at a chemist and am resting. This will also be good for my feet which are doing well, so I feel stupid with a bung knee!!!
Earlier today I visited the cathedral just around the corner from my hotel. Mass was on too but I was late so didn't enter the enclosed area. Everything in the Gothic 14th C. cathedral was dark and to get anything illuminated required a euro. Clever bishop!!!

I'll also use some time here to do some washing. Being on the Camino is most interesting. Last night a beaut meal with Inga from Denmark.  She'd been walking with a friend,  another woman, whose wife had just died.!!!,but the friend had pulled out of the walk.  And the day before I was offered my first joint by a young physiotherapist from Israel.  She was ever so insistent too! I told her I would prefer a foot massage but she kept offering me her smoke. "just a puff then. It'll free your mind and be less harmful than your beer ".
Yesterday too, or the day before, I was walking with a young married man from Hungary who spoke a little English... two girls, 8 and 12 at home with his wife. He said he was doing the Camino because he wanted to live better the second part of his life. No details but such integrity a bit overwhelming. He lent me his plastic cup when we came upon a drinking fountain that gave red wine.  Apparently a Benedictine community had been there since the 900s, but sadly closed only in  1985 because of lack of novices. So in memory of them,  they still offer wine to the pilgrims. 
Time to put the ice pack back in the fridge downstairs and swollow an Ibuprofen. Adios to all.  Michael (See photos Michael's Pilgrimage)