Peace Pilgrim in the House

A bit more than two years ago I moved to Santiago de Compostela with the vague idea of “doing something for pilgrims”. A lot has happened since then and a lot of people, volunteers, friends and pilgrims have visited my house. Eucharists have been celebrated around the table and many meals have been shared. Sometimes the doorbell rings and somebody asks for food. Sometimes crutches have to be organized for a neighbour that can’t afford to buy them. Sometimes a pilgrim, for whatever reason, only needs a bed for one night, sometimes a bed, food and practical support for much longer. Here is the story of one such pilgrim.

Portrait of Peace Pilgrim Scaughdt
Scaughdt the Peace Pilgrim, photo (c) Michael Matynka, used with permission.

The first time I heard about Scott, or to use his preferred name, Scaughdt, was via Rebekah from the Peaceable Kingdom in Moratinos, on Facebook. He walks with no money only relying on Divine Providence and without a phone. Before I write a bit more about the house, the chaplaincy and our little Camino network dedicated to helping pilgrims, I will let Scaughdt introduce himself:

“Greetings one and all … My name is indeed Scaughdt (pronounced ‘scot’), and I have indeed been a Peace Pilgrim – essentially living without any money of my own while wandering the Earth serving others for free; fasting until offered food and sleeping wherever offered shelter – for the past 13+ years of my life. Currently I am in the middle of a pilgrimage that has been following the Camino de Santiago; a pilgrimage that started in Stuttgart, Germany (some 2700 km ago) and one that intends to end in Chattanooga, Tennessee (roughly 900 km from wherever I make landfall in the United States sometime later this month). This latest walk has been designed to be quite “radical” (without using or accepting any money, without carrying a Passport or any other form of personal identification, and without once ever asking for food along the way) and has been thus undertaken to prove to Americans & non-Americans alike that strangers are anything but dangerous; to prove that it is high time for us all to reach out with acts of according kindness towards the neighbors in our own communities … I am not sure how effective The Walk has been to date, of course, and yet it has been an honor and a privilege to serve humanity in this way, and if given the chance I would do it all again a thousand times over.”

(You can read more about him and his project here: http://www.inspiringthealtruisticmoment.com/)

Update: Scaughdt has meanwhile returned safely to the United States and is continuing his walk. If you see him, say ‘Hi and Buen Camino!’ from me!

Scaughdt is a good example of how the house and the chaplaincy work together to help pilgrims with whatever they need. As most of you know, my home place has two free guest bedrooms that are used to provide accommodation for the chaplaincy volunteers (they pay for their own travel here and don’t receive any money for the work they do.) and also for pretty much anybody that needs a bed for whatever reason. Plus, obviously, for visiting friends and family. The house is quite busy on occasions 😉 When Scaughdt arrived at the house, Rev Alasdair was still here wearing his Franciscan habit (Here more information about his community: https://cfcfranciscans.org/). And pilgrim and priest hit it off on the spot because as it turned out they realised that they both follow a Franciscan lifestyle, each in their own way. Lively discussions were had around the table and, again, we all discovered that old truth, there is more that unites us, then that separates us. Scaughdt, being a spiritual person, had no problem in participating in our services, handing out service booklets and generally helping around the house (my windows have never been cleaner, many Muchas Gracias, Scaughdt!).

So, if you ever wondered where donations to the house or the chaplaincy go, you now have an answer. They go into to feed pilgrims like Scaughdt and volunteers like Alasdair. They are used to buy glasses, mugs, a water kettle and other bits and bobs for the Ecumenical Centre. They are used to print out boarding passes and tickets, photocopies of lost passports and so many more things. They are used to buy more chairs so that everybody has a comfortable seat at the shared table. All these are, seen separately, small amounts but they do add up over time. So many, many Muchas Gracias from Santiago to all that have donated.

Congratulations that you made it to here 😉 I have often been asked what the relationship is between me, Egeria House, the chaplaincy and how it all works together. So here a quick round-up for the curious:

Why the house has a name – When I lived in the UK, I was fascinated by the concept of house names, so when I moved to Spain I wanted the house to have a name. By giving the house a name, and taking care not calling it “my house” too often, I slowly managed to get into the mindset that ultimately it isn’t me that provides hospitality, it is the house, I am just its custodian and caretaker.

Why Egeria? – Little is known about this woman from the 4th century AD. She was most likely from Gallaecia (present-day Galicia, North Portugal, Asturias and León), she might or might not have been a nun, but she must have been from a wealthy and influential family. What we do know is that around 380 AD she made a pilgrimage to Jerusalem and other places in the Holy Land. She wrote a long letter about it which is not only the oldest report of such a pilgrimage but also contains detailed descriptions of the Easter liturgy used in Jerusalem in the 4th century. Egeria must have been a courageous and well-educated woman to achieve all this, I would have been happy to offer her the hospitality of the house.

Camino Chaplaincy – If you browse this website a bit more, you can learn how it all started and developed over the last 1,5 years. As for my role: I am the lay coordinator for it here in Santiago. This means that I pick up the volunteers at the airport, help them to get settled in, introduce them to our Ecumenical partners and so on. Not all volunteers stay at the house as some wish to make other arrangements. For those who do stay I try to create a bit of community life, such as praying together and taking care of the house. I also help to welcome pilgrims at the Ecumenical centre and with our services on Sundays and Wednesdays. And if there is a gap between one priest going and the next one coming like at the moment, I lead Morning Prayer on Sundays at Santa Susana and Evening Prayer here at Egeria House on Wednesdays. Like everyone else involved in the Chaplaincy I am unpaid and I pay all of my own expenses.

Camino Network – I am we are not alone in this fascinating Camino adventure. Just as Rebekah referred Scaughdt to me, there are others around that help. Just a bit down the road lives an old hospitalero friend of mine to whom I can refer pilgrims, preferably Spanish speaking ones, when I run out of space. Others, like Michael Matynka donate guide books and maps to give to pilgrims free of charge (Michael also took the photo of Scaughdt shown on this blog post). Others share the produce of their gardens or other food with us. Others contribute their knowledge and wisdom about how things work here in Santiago. In short, if I run into a problem that I can’t solve alone, there is always somebody around that knows a solution or, at least, can point me in the right direction!

Living a life of hospitality – Living an open house hospitality is not for the faint of heart. Sharing “your” space with strangers changes you and the space. Pots and plates find new places to live in the kitchen, you learn new dishes to eat and cook, and, perhaps most importantly, you learn to see the world, and the Camino!, through different eyes and from different viewpoints. In short, it changes you. Sometimes I get asked: “Are you happy with the life you have chosen?” To which my answer is: “If not, I wouldn’t be where I am and doing what I am doing!”

It’s about time, by Johnnie Walker

I normally don’t review books on this website, much less putting them up as ‘recommended reading’ in the side bar, so why do I do it now? Simply because this book is so good, everybody interested in the Camino, and its spirituality, should read it! Ok, I am taking a step back now and get a bit less enthusiastic and more in ‘book review mode’ 😉

With “It’s about time” the author has accomplished a difficult task, writing a Camino book that is at the same time interesting for those that never have even heard of the Camino as well as those who have walked many. Short paragraphs explain the history of the Camino as well as practical matters like the Credencial and the Compostela. And it’s framed by a foreword by Camino author Joyce Rupp and a conclusion by Martin Sheen of ‘The Way’ fame. But most of the book is about the inner experience of pilgrims, more precisely how they felt called and answered that call.

The structure of the book itself is quite intriguing. The chapter headings are based on John’s own rendition of Ecclesiastics 3:1

‘For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven’

These are then followed by a pilgrim’s account how s/he felt called to walk the Camino de Santiago and the author’s account about his own pilgrim experience on many Caminos, starting from when he heard first about it and leading up to him living in Santiago, helping pilgrims. Answering also, among other questions, why somebody chooses to walk more then one Camino and/or pilgrimage.

The book focuses heavily on the Camino de Santiago, but also contains one precious story about the Japanese Shikoku 88 temples pilgrimage which the author undertook in 2014. And this one is my favourite story in the book. ‘Osettai’ is the custom to give gifts to pilgrims, be it food, drink or paying for their snack in a bar. It is a way for the giver to participate in the pilgrimage by helping and encouraging pilgrims in their difficult task. And for the pilgrim it is a chance to … (see chapter 7).

“It’s about time” has one main red thread running through it, the internal and external changes pilgrims may make in the way they think and in their daily lives through walking the Caminos. The author has struck a fine balance between taking the readers with him on this inner journey but not overwhelming them with too many personal details. This way, readers can easier identify with the story and see themselves in it.

All proceeds from the book go to charities that help pilgrims. Because the author is not accepting any fees or royalties the publisher is providing up to 2,000 copies free of charge, to Pilgrim Associations worldwide. Already books are on their way to many of them for them to sell to raise funds. 100% of what you pay for a paperback book bought from a Pilgrim Association goes to them to help other pilgrims. The publisher is donating 50% of all Kindle sales to a pilgrim charity.

So, It’s about time – you read this book! You can get your copy here:

Paperbacks: Camino Society (reduced postage worldwide)

Kindle:

Amazon.com Amazon.co.uk

For other ‘Kindle countries’ do a search for ‘It’s About Time: A call to the Camino de Santiago Kindle Edition by Johnnie Walker’ in your respective store …

Happy reading and Buen Camino!

Xohán Rompe – Hospitalero Extraordinaire STTL

I met Xohán for the first time in 2001. I was a hospitalera in O Cebreiro, he a hospitalero in Triacastela. On my day off, I walked down to “see the colleague in the valley” and we have been friends ever since. We have never been hospitaleros in the same albergue, but often in neighbouring ones. He was my SAPO, and I was his, more times than we both can remember.

“SAPO – Literally Spanish for ‘toad’ as like in ‘jumping in’ but also the acronym for Servicio de APOyo (Service of Help). Basically an experienced hospitaler@ that ‘jumps in’ for a few days into an albergue to help out and give some respite to the hospitaler@ on duty.”

‘Nena’ Xohán called me, which means girl in Galician.

“Nena, I show you how to prepare pulpo.”

“Nena, I am coming over to help with Saint John’s night and we are making Queimada.”

“Nena, let’s go to San Andrés de Teixido together.”

“Nena, come and spend New Year with me and my family.”

“Nena, I come over for Christmas to your albergue, let’s cook together and give our pilgrims a Christmas they will never forget.”

“Nena, let’s go to the aldea (ancestral village of the family) and spend a day in the countryside collecting mushrooms, chestnuts and herbs.”

“Nena, …”

Xohán was very much in favour of celebrating life and wouldn’t want to be mourned, to honour his wish here a few stories we lived through together. May those memories lessen the pain:

When he took me to see his ancestral home, a traditional Galician farmstead, he wanted to hang a new mirror in the bathroom. So he drilled a hole, right through the water pipe. It took us a while to find out where to turn the main water supply off and we returned to Lugo soaking wet. Thank God it was summer.

He not only taught me many Spanish and Galician recipes but also many songs. Our favourite was ‘Caminante no hay camino …’ and, most importantly, he never cared how badly I actually sing.

He was one of the few men, I wasn’t in a relationship with, I shared a room, and on a couple of occasions even a mattress with when we were on ‘Camino duty’. His snoring kept me awake, but that was it. We just were comfortable with each other.

One day, when he was a boy of six or seven, and spent time with his grandparents in the aldea, his grandfather invited him to help carry ‘sopa de burro cansado’ (tired donkey soup, bread soaked in red wine) to the barn where two pilgrims spend the night. That was in the 1950s and I will forever remember this story he shared with me as a first-hand account that the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela never truly died – and the hope that it never will.

And finally, a story that has nothing to do with the Camino, but all with Xohán’s beloved Lugo. He always said: “In Lugo, we are just half a metre away from the Roman empire.” Why? One day repairs on the sewage system before his mother’s shop were necessary but when the workers started to dig they found a well preserved Roman mosaic. The archaeologists were there for a long time, camping out in the entrance of his mother’s shop …

But Xohán was more than ‘just’ a hospitalero on the Camino de Santiago, he was also a social activist who put his money and hands where he saw a need, a gifted photographer, musician and writer, an exceptional actor – and so much more. He was my friend.

Xohán designed this logo for the Hospitaleros Voluntarios, a human being stretching out wide his/her arms to the pilgrims and carrying them all (as tiny figures) inside his/her very being. A symbol that is now worn by hundreds of volunteers …

I am sure we will meet again in the celestial albergue de peregrinos and if we two manage to behave ourselves perhaps the angelic hospitaler@s will allow us to take finally a turn together as hospitaleros. Cooking, singing, and yes, preparing Queimada for peregrinos as we once used to do.

But the heartbreaking thing is that only a few weeks ago I was in Lugo, visiting a pilgrim in the hospital. I contacted Xohán on very short notice, but we didn’t manage to meet up. Sometimes this happens. You see more of each other if you live in different countries as when you live only 100km apart. We were both busy, me with pilgrims here in Santiago, he with his family and social causes in Lugo. Xohán died Friday, 26th July 2019, just one day after the feast of Santiago.

Sit tibi terra levis mi amigo hospitalero, we will see again! Your Nena

PS Make time to see your friends and tell them how much they mean to you, you never know …

What is a Donativo albergue anyway?

Every now and then, and with increased frequency this year it seems, the Donativo thematic raises its agitated head on social media like Facebook. Often started by a hospitaler@ complaining that the pilgrims of yesterday didn’t leave enough money to take care of the pilgrims of tomorrow. Or by somebody innocently stating that Donativo equals free as the Church (which one?), the state, the European Union, or whoever or whatever comes to mind, supports the Donativo albergues on the Caminos de Santiago. Or a new pilgrim is just asking what would be the correct amount to leave in a Donativo albergue. And then the discussions start …

Church and albergue of Grañón in La Riojy, on the Camino Francés, image (CC) Henri Bergius

I have served over the last 20+ years in more than 20 albergues as a hospitalera and whilst Egeria House is NOT an albergue, the work that I do here, be it practical pilgrim help or the Camino Chaplaincy, is supported by fundraisers, donations and my own money. If you don’t want to read the whole article to the end, it has become rather long, here a short summary:

Donativo Albergues are maintained exclusively with donations and don’t receive any public funds. They are a work of love by veteran pilgrims and locals to help the pilgrims currently on pilgrimage to Santiago.

If you can, leave:

… the place better, cleaner and tidier than you found it.

… a generous donation, think what was offered to you freely (not for free!) and respect the hospitaler@s, as they are donating their precious vacation time, to help you, the pilgrim.

…, as a rule of thumb, and if you can, the same amount that you have left in a previous albergue where you had to pay a fixed amount for everything you received.

… or 5 Euro (or even a bit more) each for the following: a place to sleep, clean bathrooms and showers, dinner and breakfast.

… nothing, if you have nothing, but always, always leave a smile and a Thank You!

And now my longer take on the subject:

Donativo Albergues 101

A Short History – Medieval Times

The Roman-Catholic church did indeed support pilgrims to and from Santiago de Compostela, and other places, by providing food, shelter, spiritual and practical care. So belonged, for example, the little church and monastery in O Cebreiro to the powerful Benedictine abbey of Cluny in France. Or take the Parador here in Santiago, it was founded by the Catholic kings in 1486 as a hostel and hospital for pilgrims. These were financed by generous donations of the nobility and gentry plus with the income of the monasteries. Helping a pilgrim was, and is still, deemed a good work, a work that helped the donor to achieve salvation and his or her heavenly reward.

A Short History – Modern Times

In the late 80s and 90s of the last millennium, the pilgrimage to Santiago picked up again, after its decline caused by the Black Death, wars, reformation, enlightenment and so on. Some 25+ years ago a young teacher from Catalunya approached a parish priest who lived in a small village on the Camino Frances with an unusual request: Could he help her to rent a house on the Camino so that she could welcome pilgrims in it? Her reasoning was that whilst albergues existed even back then, the human touch, the personal hospitality was still missing. And so the modern movement of volunteer hospitaleros started.

The priest was Don José Ignacio Díaz Pérez, at that time editor of the Spanish pilgrim magazine “Peregrino”. After the teacher finished her stint as a hospitalera, a couple of people took over and the albergue in Hornillos del Camino became the first of many albergues where the traditional hospitality of the Camino de Santiago has been revived. Today a hospitaler@, after having done the Camino, typically attends a preparation course that takes place over a weekend in many places of Spain and also worldwide. After that, they get assigned, typically for 15 days, to an albergue. These hospitaleros pay their own travel to and from the albergue, donate their free and/or vacation time to clean bathrooms, dormitories, kitchens, to cook with and for pilgrims and to pray with them. They don’t receive any remuneration for all the work they do in 15 very long days. The donativos are used to maintain the albergue, pay the water and electricity bills, buy food and other necessities.

Commemorative sign to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the Hospitaleros Voluntarios, (cc) Jialxv

What Donativos can teach pilgrims and society in general

The traditional hospitality on the Caminos de Santiago shows that another approach to life, sharing and possessions is possible. The pilgrim receives what is on offer and available in the albergue. Sometimes it is just a place to shower, sleep and rest, sometimes it is a communal meal, a breakfast and/or a time of prayer and reflection. This hospitality aims to take care of the pilgrim and his/her needs without expecting anything in return. Yes, you read that right, if we hospitaler@s start to see pilgrims in terms of “possible donations” then we get it wrong. Of course, there is a box where those who want to keep this “pay it forward system” alive can leave their contribution, but that box should never be the centre of our hospitality. Generous hospitality, offered with an open heart and without judgement, has changed the life of many pilgrims, including my own, more than 20 years ago. Because of the hospitality I have received so many years ago I am now where I am and do what I do.

And a final word to my hospitaler@ colleagues

There is a fine line between explaining to pilgrims what a Donativo albergue is and how it works and making them uncomfortable by being too pushy towards the donation box. Here some tips that might help:

Don’t overload the pilgrims, on arrival, with information, they will forget it anyway. Instead show them their bed, the showers and tell them to come back to you later for more information, after they have recovered from their day’s work of walking or biking.

A transparent or open donation box helps and lets pilgrims see how much or little is in the box. If they can’t see that, they will automatically assume that the box is as full of money as the albergue is full of pilgrims.

Use, if possible, the conversation during the common meal to explain a little bit about the albergue, how it came into being and who actually maintains it and who not.

And, perhaps most importantly, try to separate the pilgrims from the money they leave in the box. This money doesn’t represent your worth as a hospitaler@ nor the worthiness of the pilgrim as a pilgrim. It is just money and if it is one day less than you need, rest assured the next day it will be more than you need to take care of pilgrims.

Have I met true “freeloaders” aka pilgrims that had money, sometimes a lot, but decided to make their Camino as cheap as possible by staying mainly in Donativos and leaving nothing or next to nothing? Yes, over the last 20+ years it was around a handful … if you look at the numbers of pilgrims each year on the Camino, that isn’t many.

Estela the Camino Kitten

All things bright and beautiful. All creatures great and small. All things wise and wonderful. The Lord God made them all. … And some of them even end up with me in Santiago 😉

Adorable, isn’t she?

Like a lot of stories, also this one began – on Facebook! At least for me, the kitten’s story started earlier, so let’s go back to the beginning. Once upon a time, there was a tiny kitten that lived alone in a big, dark forest. And there was a well traveled route passing through this forest, a route taken by thousands and thousands every year. The little kitten was too young to hunt and, even when it found some food scraps from time to time, always hungry, always thirsty, always scared, always just a tiny step away from death.

The kitten ‘asked’ many pilgrims for help and a few gave it a bit of their food or water, some even played with it for a short while. But then they moved on and left it behind. One day it met a pilgrim that was different. Somehow the little kitten felt that this pilgrim was her last chance for survival. So, it took all its courage in its little paws and ran up to the pilgrim, right up his leg until it had reached his chest – where the heart is. Also this pilgrim fed the little kitten, and gave it water, lots and lots of water, and also this pilgrim played with the little white kitten. But this pilgrim didn’t leave it, like so many others had done before him, he took the little kitten with him on his Camino.

I know there is ham somewhere! WHERE is the ham??? Eating with Esti being in the same room proved quickly impossible …

He tried to find an animal shelter that would take over, but no luck, no shelter had the capacity to deal safely with such a small kitten. It needed feeding every few hours and animal shelters are chronically overburdened with abandoned pets and understaffed with humans. So the pilgrim carried the kitten with him for ‘a few more days’. He also took the kitten to the vet. The vet shook his head and said there was little he could do. He could give the kitten some meds to get rid of parasites but for any vaccination, it was far too young, only around four to five weeks old and also far too underweight. There went the idea of boarding the kitten in a cattery, as those require their guests to be properly vaccinated, right out of the window.

And so the pilgrim and the kitten continued their pilgrimage. But things got difficult, sneaking the kitten each day into accommodation that doesn’t allow pets, caring for and carrying it, after two weeks pilgrim and kitten were exhausted. And so the pilgrim asked on Facebook for help.

 “Anybody here in Spain that wants to foster this adorable little creature until I have finished my pilgrimage and can take it home? Only for a short while, I promise!”

A friend of mine saw that post and tagged me in a comment. For good measure he also send me a message alerting me to it. I read the post and alarm bells went off. Sure, just for a short while and where does the pilgrim live? In the United States. It wouldn’t be easy to arrange that kind of travel at short notice … I politely replied and said that I was willing to help – if he couldn’t find anybody else. I had an idea that the Camino kitten, named Estela btw, would be more of a long term project than he thought…

And here goes a piece of spicy chicken …

All stayed quite for a couple of weeks, it was now mid-September, and I thought that the danger was over, when, out of the blue, I received a late phone call from the pilgrim. Yes, he had found a foster place for her, no it didn’t work out for various reasons and yes, could I take her like – tomorrow? I had the volunteers of the Anglican Camino Chaplaincy staying with me, so first course of action was asking everybody if they were OK with a kitten in the house. Everybody was happy, nobody was allergic, and so I gave the pilgrim the thumbs up and less then 24hours later, Estela arrived. God, was she still tiny! The pilgrim, by now accompanied by his wife, spent just an hour at the house and then they traveled back to finish their Camino. Saying that in a couple of weeks they would be back and taking Estela home to the States. I smiled …

Not the best picture of me, but a good one to show how tiny she was the day she arrived at the house.

If you have ever been at my house, you know it has quite a few stairs. Some of the stair steps are open at the back, I didn’t want the little one to take a really bad tumble, so it was carrying her up and downstairs as I moved around the house. She didn’t like to be left alone if there was action in the house, she wanted to be in the middle of it!

She soon learned to navigate the stairs carefully, giving me a few heart attacks in the process …

I must admit the first night I was afraid I would squash her to death, so tiny was she. But she survived and she ate and grew, and grew and ate. The pilgrims and I stayed in contact and quickly they realised that they had been ‘a bit’ too optimistic. No way they could start organising Estela’s immigration to the States whilst on the Camino, and, also, the rabies vaccination had to be done a certain amount of time before the travel and their flight was leaving earlier than that. So Plan A died a quick death and Plan B was developed. They would travel home and organise from there a transport with a professional company that picked Estela up at my place, did everything that needed to be done and transport her to her new home. I smiled again …

By now Estela had become quickly part of the life and on goings in the house and the chaplaincy. Many of the pilgrims that came in for a chat had either met her on the road, or had heard of her. And wanted to meet the ‘Camino Kitten’. So we got a fair bit of socialising done and when nobody else was in the house, the chaplains were always happy to play with her. And so it became October. And on Saint Francis Day she was the star, and only four-legged creature, at our pet blessing service.

Father Bob Bates blessing Estela the Camino Kitten on Saint Francis Day.

End of October saw the end, for this year, of the chaplaincy and the chaplains left and it was only me and Estela, and the odd visiting pilgrim friend in the house. Meanwhile Plan B had also died and we had arrived at Plan C. I would handle all the paperwork/vet appointments here in Santiago and the pilgrim would fly in from the States and take her back home with him. I smiled with a little bit more of optimism now.

And so it became November and, to make a rather long story short, here is what needed to be done to get her out of the country, on a plane, out of Europe and into the United States of America. And yes, over the weeks, Monika the vet and I became fast friends. Here is what the poor vet had to do to a rather reluctant kitten:

Apply another dose of anti-parasites liquid to her neck area. She really loved that! Nearly as much as having her temperature taken by the vet </sarcasm out>

Get a microchip into her, same neck area, with a horribly thick needle. She actually tolerated that quite well. The kitten, I mean 😉

Get her pet passport filled out and connected to microchip number and activate her registration. For this I needed a letter of authorisation of the pilgrim and all his contact info.

Get her her shots (rabies and another one I always forget the name of) and note and stamp them into pet passport.

Get her a health certificate that is not older then ten days at the time of traveling and check that microchip is still in place.

And we were done!

Oops, we were not done yet!

Monika the vet diligently checked everything and discovered that Esti, as I had nick-named her, also needed an export permission. Excuse me, a what? Correctly heard! Turns out that, in order to leave Europe and to travel to a non-EU country, little one needs an export permission. And so, the same day the pilgrim arrived from the States in the afternoon, I took an early morning train to A Coruña and to the agricultural department of the Galician government. The one that issue export permissions for little abandoned Camino kittens, and any other creature that wants to leave the country. Thank Bastet they didn’t wanted to see Esti, just her, by now substantial, paperwork. So me, a rather big stack of papers and a lots of prayers in my heart traveled up north by train whilst the pilgrim was traveling to Santiago. The civil servants examined all the papers, took various copies, asked a whole bunch of questions, stamped a lot of papers, asked more questions, and after half an hour I was issued that all important piece of paper that allowed Esti to leave the Kingdom of Spain …

And next day the pilgrim and the kitten, happily reunited, traveled to Madrid and flew home. Plan C had worked out and Estela the Camino Kitten is now ruling the pilgrims’ house over the big pond 😉 And as a little reward for being good pilgrim and good kitten, Iberia even upgraded them, for free, to business class! The little feral kitten was starting the next step of her new journey in style!

Do I miss her? Of course I do! She was great company and a really engaging little character. She has a zeal for life, and food !!!, very few cats I have met over the years, can match. Do I want a permanent pet? No, not at the moment! Would I foster a similar case again? Most likely, but I think I need to find another vet first. Monika warned me of that 😉

Look how Esti has grown in the two months she spent with me! This picture was taken shortly before she traveled to her furever home.

And here, congratulations that you made it so far btw! The checklist about what to do if you want to travel with a cat out of the EU/Schengen-Area, in this case from Spain to the US. For regulations importing pets into other countries, ask Auntie Google;-)

You need an export permission, issued by the agricultural department or, alternatively, at the airport IF that service is provided at the airport. Make sure to get that one right, if not … Oh, and you also need to make an appointment with them beforehand. And to get this Holy Grail of cat export, you need, in exactly that order!:

A cat 😉

A cat that is de-parasited.

A cat that is micro-chipped.

 A cat that has been vaccinated against rabies and whatever else is required.

A cat that has a health certificate that is no older then ten days at the time of travel.

And with all these papers, but sans cat, you need to go to the aforementioned office and, fingers crossed, you will get your export permission. Well done!

Any questions/remarks/jokes? Please leave them in a comment!

Greetings from Santiago, SY