On my third Camino (but the first Camino Frances), I showed up proudly to get my certificate of completion. I showed my "book" to a young man who proceeded to look at it very carefully. He looked at me and he looked at the book.
He found one place, one day, where I only got one stamp. Just plain forgot.
He said "What happened on ... such and such a date?"
I apologized profusely. "I just forgot".
Then he looked at me, maybe my white hair, and asked "Did you do the whole Camino?"
But I kept my cool, stared at him, stared at his name plate, and answered "I walked every mile, every kilometer of it."
On my third Camino (but the first Camino Frances), I showed up proudly to get my certificate of completion. I showed my "book" to a young man who proceeded to look at it very carefully. He looked at me and he looked at the book.
He found one place, one day, where I only got one stamp. Just plain forgot.
He said "What happened on ... such and such a date?"
I apologized profusely. "I just forgot".
Then he looked at me, maybe my white hair, and asked "Did you do the whole Camino?"
But I kept my cool, stared at him, stared at his name plate, and answered "I walked every mile, every kilometer of it."
He gave me my Compostela.
Best Danny
What a story, Danny! I feel like they hardly glance at the credentials these days. What year was that?
2018, the last time I was on a Camino.