A Great Day

Wednesday was a bad day. Kelsea and I got breakfast and then rushed to the cathedral to get a seat for the pilgrims mass. Pilgrims mass is the mass where they announce which pilgrims got to Santiago the day before. As we are walking into the cathedral the secrutiry guard told me that I could not take my guitar into the cathedral. I asked the secrurity guard if I could leave it by him in front of the cathedral. He told me he would watch it. Kelsea and I got a seat for mass that was great. The botofumare (a large insence burner that they swing over the mass) was going to swing right over our heads. Kelsea and I heard them anounce two Americans who started in Roncesvalles (which was us) and then waited for the botofumare. The botofumare never came.

After mass we walked through the cathedral and saw all of the beautiful alters and statues. We walkmed around the cathedral and went to get my guitar. My guitar was not with the security guard and the guard was gone. The guitar that my grandmother gave me before my secound camino that had traveled to spain with me twice and to africa with me once was gone. I started crying.

The day got better as the picutres Kelsea and I stared posting on facebook froze and then my iPod stopped working. Kelsea and I just went back to the albergue and went to sleep.

The next day I woke up and felt happy. I just had this felling that it was going to be a good day. Kelsea and I went to the cathedral to see the statue of the apostle and his tomb. We got to go through the gate that has not been opened since the last holy year (when july 25 falls on a sunday) in 1993 and I have wanted to walk through since my first camino. We saw the tomb and Kelsea said to me, "Lets go see if your guitar is there." We walked back to the front of the cathedral and the security guard was there. I went up to him and asked him about my guitar. He said it was in the pilgrims´ office. We rushed over to the pilgrims´ office and there was my guitar!!!!!!!!!! I had my guitar back! It was great.