Mary Ann pays tribute to her mom, Janette...

Insights, Inspirations & Ramblings

To me, the Camino is a snapshot and metaphor for life. It has a beginning, an end, and a journey in between. The Camino journey provides opportunities to experience things with new eyes and it provides lessons to be applied to your life. I’m stunned by the unexpected ‘lessons’ that it gifts if you are open.

I didn’t expect to have the same experience this time in Spain as I did on my last two experiences. I was facilitating a group of ladies, moving their backpacks forward, and preparing their lodging for the night of their arrival. I was not walking daily like they were, so I didn’t expect to be affected in the same way. Boy, was I wrong. I had a lesson that shook me to my core.

On the last day walking day before our short adventure was finished, I arrived into Granon (one of my favorite places ever, by the way). I had hauled the backpacks up the uneven stone steps into the large room where we would all spend the night next to each other on mats on the floor. I had paid the donation for the room and dinner, and gotten a schedule of the events that the albergue offered. There was only one thing left to do – find a bank. Every so often I had to refill my Euros as most places only accepted cash, and today was that day.

I walked across the street from the albergue to a tiny café to ask for directions to the bank. The place was packed with a line of pilgrims extending clear out the door. As I entered, I saw one lone young woman handling things. She was taking orders and ringing up the sales, while another woman was in the room behind cooking and filling the food orders. What could have very easily been chaotic, was not. The young woman, who I later found out was named Irina, was smiling and completely relaxed. There was music playing that the pilgrims were either swaying back and forth to or singing along with. I had to laugh as I entered because the song “Hit the Road, Jack” was playing. How appropriate, I thought.

I inched my way up to the left side of the counter, where Irina would come to drop off the orders and call out, over the music, the person’s name. My plan was to catch her on her next trip over and quickly ask where the bank was. So, I waited.

As she came to drop off an order, she paused to pick up two dirty cups and saucers that were left there by pilgrims. I thought, ‘Now’s my chance’ and quickly blurted out one of the few phrases in Spanish I knew – “Perdon. Donde esta el banco?” (sorry, I don’t know how to put the tilde, the little accent marks over the Spanish words, but you get the gist of it.).

She turned back around, as she had already moved to walk away, sat the cups and saucers down, and purposefully took my left hand and cupped it both of hers. She completely disregarded the long line of hungry pilgrims waiting to be served, and instead paused to look intently into my eyes. Irina then softly said to me, “Buenos dias”. If I could have disappeared, melted into my shoes, whatever, I would have. I felt so embarrassed.

In her kind loving way, she taught me a monumental lesson, ‘Don’t walk in here rudely blurting out your question. It doesn’t matter that I’m busy or that you’re busy. Stop. Look me in the eyes. Greet me first. Then ask.’

Because I was too flustered to muster up any weak form of Spanish, in English I replied, ‘I am so sorry. Buenos dias’. She just smiled, gave my hand a squeeze and replied, ‘Buenos dias’ and proceeded to tell me how to find the bank.

I humbly walked out and headed to the bank hoping I wouldn’t have to see Irina again. I didn’t want her to think, ‘There comes that rude American woman’.

As fate would have it, I DID have to see her again, several times. This was a tiny village and the only place to get anything to eat, and by now I was hungry. So, I checked my pride and walked back in. Of course, she recognized me as I entered. She looked up from her register and gave me a big smile. Over the crowd and from the back of the café, I yelled out to her, ‘Buenos dias’. She greeted me back and we both laughed.

I’ve lovingly thought back several times since then about Irina and the precious lesson she taught me. I realized how many times I rush through life not really noticing the people I pass during my day. The opportunities I miss, and sometimes even avoid, to say hello or give a passing stranger a smile. What am I doing that’s so important? Where am I going that I don’t have five seconds to pause to acknowledge another human being?

I’ve returned home now and yesterday I was hiking our familiar Pinnacle Peak with my husband, Mike. He was ahead and I was going at my own pace as we always do. As I was coming back down, a young man approached me carrying his little boy (maybe a year old) on his backpack. Even though he was still a little way away, I could see this sweet little boy peeking around his daddy’s back waving like crazy at me. I smiled and waved back to him, and we high fived as we passed.

Again, I was reminded what it means to be seen by another person. To be acknowledged and smiled at. I hope I remember that lesson for the rest of my life.

The familiar phrase is, “The Camino provides”. And, yes, it does. But if we’re open, those lessons can also come at home or hiking a mountain by your house.

I liked Mary Ann from the moment I met her. She’s friendly, fun and full of life! She always either on her way to a traveling adventure with her husband or her entire family, or just returning from one. She belongs to a travel club and her Facebook page is filled photos of fun excursions and parties.

But, there is much more to her than the fun-loving and happy demeanor you notice at first; she is also open and authentic. Mary Ann shares that she grew up quite shy and timid, which is hard to believe because today she draws people in with an ease that she appears to have been born with.

Of all the things I like about Mary Ann, one stands out more than the rest. It is the way she speaks about her mother.

Most women are proud of their moms and even say they are good friends, but when Mary Ann speaks of her mother, Janette, there is an admiration and pride in her voice that is both unusual and beautiful. She is quick to share that her mom is her mentor and role model. And even though we’ve all heard those terms many times, I sense a deep level of sincerity and truth in those familiar words when spoken by Mary Ann.

I don’t want to ruin Mary Ann’s story by telling here what she shares about her mom and some of the reasons she is so proud of her. Let me just say that when I finished the chapter ‘The Path of Infinite Possibilities’, I knew Janette’s story was perfect. And there was no one better to tell it than her proud daughter, Mary Ann.

This is the only chapter in “The Path That Beckons” that was written about a woman by her daughter, and it’s a very sweet tribute of love and respect to a mother by her daughter. It also provides a great example of recognizing and seizing the opportunities and possibilities in our lives – regardless of age, or any other limitations we tend to place on ourselves.

After Mary Ann agreed to share her mom’s story, I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Janette over coffee with her and her daughter. It’s easy to see where Mary Ann gets her pleasant cheerful attitude, and sweet spirit. I invited Janette to join us for our book launch celebration. She thanked me, but regretfully had to decline. She lives in Texas and will be very busy finishing up several paintings she has for a big show coming up soon.

Oh, and did I mention she is almost 80?

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