April March

Camíno Francés de Santíago de Compostela, 6-15 April 2015

April & SAGReiss

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From: Thomas

Date: 27 April 2015

Subject: Re: Pajara

Estimada April : En castellano se usa el genero masculino singular cuando se aplica a todo el mundo ,en genérico absoluto , p.e. para hablar de todas las personas del mundo de utiliza la palabra hombre ,( el hombre habita la tierra),
El apelativo de "pajarito" con el que te nombramos Dvid y yo es indudablemente con carácter cariñoso , y se estableció en una conversación en la que nos dijimos : - Esta mujer es mas fuerte que sus propias fuerzas ,
 -Es verdad es mucho más fuerte que las personas normales , cuerpo pequeño y voluntad grande,
- como el pajarito que migra 3.000 km o más y parece mentira que pueda con lo pequeño que es .....
Y así con admiración porque bajabas las pendientes hacia abajo mas rápido que nosotros empezó lo de pajarito...
Espero que no te hay ofendido porque en absoluto era y es nuestra intención , era admiración y no risa .
Un saludo afectuoso , Tomás.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 27 April 2015

Subject: Pajara

Mother, Father, Estimado Tomaso,

Funny things happen on a pilgrimage. I went to the synagogue near Oliver's in Paris, and the rabbi was a little surprised that you had gone on a Christian pilgrimage. He asked me if you were Jewish. He asked me your name. I told him your name is Devorah and that your father's name is Chaim, which I think is true. [Wrong. It's Herschel. We knew him by his American name Harry.] I said: "My mother decided to walk with the Christians. It's not fobidden." The rabbi conceded as much. Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about. This morning I went to put your picture on your page, and saw what I hadn't seen before. Thomas calls you the Little Bird: Pajarito. For some reason he didn't make it feminine, but there may be some grammatical reason for that in Spanish. That's not important either. When I first broke up with Catherine, I wrote this page:

http://www.sagreiss.org/rose.htm

Five minutes after I posted it, Catherine sent me a love letter. We eventually got back together for an extra year of time with Rose and torrid sex with her mother. We negociated a deal. She would give me this photograph:

http://www.sagreiss.org/webalbum/2007_07_15.htm

if I would change her name on the aforementioned page. I translated her name from Italian into Spanish. It means bird-catcher: Pajarero.

Scott, father of Rose, son of April

From: SAGReiss

Date: 21 April 2015

Subject: Re: I could not see rose

It also allowed me to write to half of the French govenment swearing at them about their protecting a child abuser for five years. By the way, your page is done:

http://www.sagreiss.org/april_march.htm

At 15:52 21/04/2015, Scott Alexander Gabriel Reiss wrote:

Yeah, I think you ruined her day.

At 15:46 21/04/2015, APRIL REISS wrote:

\it is ok \i actually am very glad i went and tried

it worked well i had not booked the hotel for the 2nd nite

you chose a hotel fairly close to where they live

i met a woman on the plane from Edenbuerg who TOOK me, drove me after we picked up her car in Brussels, to namur yesterday to the hotel to drop off things and to catherins to try

\i am now at dad's at least we rattled Catherine's cage she might have left rose home from school

xm

De: SAGReiss

Date: 21 avril 2015

Subject: April did not see Rose

You evil motherfuckers,

Ma mere est allee a Namur sonner a la porte de Catherine Uccellatore, la dame que vous avez tout fait pour proteger dans sa coupable haine. Catherine a repondu a l'intercom. Ma mere s'est identifiee. Mme Uccellatore a raccroche. Ma mere a demande a un passant de lui demander en francais si c'etait bien elle. Mme Uccellatore a repondu: "Ca ne vous regarde pas," et a raccroche. Une vieille dame, une grand-mere veut voir sa petite-fille une heure ou deux, l'embrasser, prendre une photographie au bout de cinq ans de cruelle separation. Que dalle. Ce matin ma mere s'est campee devant la maison, mais Rose & sa mere ne sont pas sorties. Ce n'est pourtant pas les vacances scolaires en Belgique. You make me fucking sick.

Fuck you all.

Scott, pere de Rose, fils d'April

From: SAGReiss

Date: 21 April 2015

Subject: Re: I could not see rose

Mother,

I was wondering if something hadn't happened. Catherine spent 9'39" looking at twelve pages on my site around 9:00 this morning. She is a fucking monster. Well, at least you tried. I hope the trip wasn't too stressful. I'm sorry. It must be said that I chose the bitch.

At 14:29 21/04/2015, April wrote:

So I left

Monday evening

Catherine picked up from her apartment when I buzzed from the entrance to building

I said who I was

She hung up

When a Belgium woman tried again to talk asking if she were ms ucellatore

She said

Non of your business. And hung up

Today I sort of stalled in front from 7/15-8:10

No one came out

I left for train to airport. And to plane to Oxford

From: April Reiss

Date: 20 April 2015

Subject: Re: The Way...Bien Camino

the whole trip was worth it to hear your praise than you very much I value you and it

I am off to Belgium

xm

From: SAGReiss

Date: 20 April 2015

Subject: Re: The Way...Bien Camino

Mother,

I think I've published the text below, but I'm not sure, as I'm having problems connecting to my host. I hadn't time to read it until now, when I woke up at midnight for some strange reason in need of whisky. This letter is really beautiful. I'll work on the 128 pics tomorrow or the next day. I've already done the resizing. I just need to choose about fifty of the best ones, and rotate those that were taken vertically. Unfortunately I'm in Paris with Metzker from Wednesday to Sunday, so I don't think the page will be done until next week. As for Rose, do your worst. We haven't done anything wrong.

Scott, father of Rose, son of April

From: April Reiss

Date: 18 April 2015

Subject: The Way...Bien Camino

Bien Camino

I walked El Camino from Ponferrada to Santiago, beginning the morning of Monday, April 6, ending the afternoon of Wednesday, April 15th; 10 walking days. Difficult to calculate exactly, but about 16-18 miles a day, somewhere between 140-180 miles total. Most of the terrain was hills. The weather was just about perfect: sunny, cloudy, and breezy: about 50-65 degrees. We had only one day of mild rain.

I had a solo tour: my company booked B & Bs, pensions or small hotels, and had my bags carried each morning to the next location. One day the tour company chose only 8 miles for the distance between the two hotels, they said because it was hilly. Hilly, HA! I thought hills meant an up and down climb. This day was a mountain: 8 miles straight up. Because of the walking distance each day, writing was not really possible. So today, from Santiago I will begin a short review of my walk. Another time I hope to access and send some photos.

The path was very varied. While there were no particularly really unique or distinctive views, most of the way was bucolic: deep forests, many different tree clusters, astounding vistas of impeccable expanses of farmland overlooking hills and mountains. Sometimes the journey continued alongside country roads. The Way included passing through many simple hamlets and charming small towns: simple very old stone houses, organized around a charming church.

The people were from many different countries: England, France, Germany, Norway, North Korea, South Korea, Japan, Netherland, Australia, USA, Argentina, Ireland, Scotland, Columbia, Italy, Canada, and Spain.

Spain and the Spanish people: I do not think I saw an old car. Most were really clean. Dents were very rare. The food was simple, honest food. One local delicacy, which was often a complimentary offering: octopus, pan fried in olive oil, cut into 1€ pieces. After trying, I passed. People do not eat between meals. Many restaurants open for dinner at 9:00PM. Most of the Spanish people I saw were carefully dressed. A small number of women were obese. A great deal of men and quite a number of women smoked.

The process: The inner journey is what it seems to be about. A path that is lovely, but not particularly distinctive or remarkable. Diverse people joining with a simple organizing principles: walking, with a common end goal, moving forth with positive energy, kindness, openness, determination. It was amazing to have so many valuable, supportive and uplifting encounters with total strangers, often not even speaking the same language.

The personal: I must really be looking old: about 20 people asked my age. I think I have learned my limits…nno walking with any pack on my back. Thomas and I had a remarkably similar pace. On the longest day, 26 miles, we entertained ending with a taxi, but we managed without. The only place I hurt is in my left knee, a recurring pain from an injury falling off a sailboat.

On Wednesday, the last day, we each shifted to a considerably slower pace. It really made a difference. It was like the experience of eating, chewing at a normal pace, verses taking 50 bites before swallowing:

Just chewing.

Just walking.

I could see and feel the difference in the walking. How easy it is for a goal can overtake the present experience. So for me this small moment in my journey is the clarity I will take with me. It seems so simple. I spent 9 days fairly intensely moving towards a goal. The reminder for me of this last days walk is to see how important it is to remember the need to constantly balance objectives of The Way, with appreciation and acceptance of each moment. It is difficult to put into words without sounding very obvious and mundane. But this awareness is memorable.

From: SAGReiss

Date: 18 April 2015

Subject: Re: 4

You actually thought people were interested in Spanish fucking hills? OK, whatever, it's your page. It'll be what you make it. Send me the pics of the churches, please. With Thomas that gives me three worthless subjects to work with.

At 04:22 18/04/2015, April wrote:

I did not know

I have some of mionrstraries

And cathedral in Santiag

None of me

At 02:41 18/04/2015, Scott Alexander Gabriel Reiss wrote:

I'll do what I can with these pics, but there's nothing of any interest. No one cares about fucking Spanish hills. They care about you. There's not one fucking pic of you.

From: April Reiss

Date: 12 April 2015

Subject: Thomas

The Way

A Miracle For A Nonbeliever...

...No Way!!!

Began Saturday from France at 10 am.

-an 11 hour car and train ride from France to Madrid

-an overnite in Madrid

-after a long taxi and 5 hour bus ride

I arrived Sunday early evening  in Ponferrada checked, ready for Monday and the beginning of the walk.

Unfortunately the tour company seems to have miscalculated the distance of the walk from one b&b or hotel to the next.

the daily walks averaged 13.5 to14miles which I thought would be a stretch but doable

the 1st day their estimate was off

they said 14, I walked just under 21Miles.

they also said there were hills one day...

Ha...

So, on Monday, day 1, I was having a hard time climbing one of those hills. I think I can walk quite a bit, slowly.

but with my scoliosis it is difficult to carry almost any pack...I was struggling.

An angel appeared...Thomas.

He asked if I was alright, I said yes, but he still stayed. As I struggled to get on my pack, he said he would take it. Since this was past 14 miles, with no end in sight, I happily agreed.

he carried my back pack (which I realize I have to make paper thin light from now on)

we walked together

He speaks Spanish. I speak English. For the most part we could barely understand each other ...did best we could with gestures and very simple explanations.

an amazing blessing...having a companion and yet except for minimal communication, we still have an alone experience.

I assumed this was the relief for this day and I would figure out how to proceed by myself.

everyone chooses which hamlet to get a hotel. There are many and I assumed he had his trip all mapped out for himself.

When he parked me at my hotel he said he will be back tomorrow, Tuesday at 10 am

I knew walking together is only feasible for maybe  a day but was grateful for whatever help he could offer.

During the walk today, day 2, when speaking with someone along the way I learned Thomas is planning to walk the whole Way, to Santiago with me, CARRYING MY PACK.

I have my places booked. He stays at hostels so has made no prior bookings.

This is for me pretty close to a miracle.

I have more to say in next note from The Way.

XA

Santiago de Compostela

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