Ode to Sancho

Here is a resume of the English version of the Ode to Sancho I had promisse.

Amazingly, are all truly stories about a good friend of mine I met on the way of St. James.

Everything is true!!!

Prologue:

The Way of St. James is a trip for reflection, interior peace, to encourage the spirit, create brotherhood among men and women around the world and change on the way of seeing and living life.

This mythical journey has been performed by saints such as Francis of Assisi, by princes and kings on the Middle Ages, a saint of the the last century that just ended, Josemaria Escriva de Balaguer y Albas and clear by people from all over the face of land, called pilgrims.

Happened in the autumn 2006 when I began my pilgrimage to Santiago starting on Roncesvalles, and so was I did without trying the best trip of my life, surrounded by mysticism, spirituality, fraternity, etc.

I began my pilgrimage and me find my way with a pilgrim come from the beautiful plains of the South American country of Argentina. With graceful, elegance in speaking and walking, warmth and great faith on his heart and soul. That's my friend Santiago Pupi.

The way to know was accidental and occurred as follows.

I came walking in the early stages of the road when ever I pass by a pilgrim I tell BUEN CAMINO!

Then the pilgrims answer the same manner, listening to that peculiar South American Spanish accent, I said to myself, this young man has to be Argentine.

The question that followed for me was hey pal! "Are you Argentinean? and the answer was affirmative of the pilgrim, immediately afterwards the young "Pampero" hey "I wonder you're Mexican? and I said yes.

We walked and walked past us a young blonde with blue eyes, I asked her name and nationality and said her name was Catherine of Sweden, very nice girl, but did not stop to chat with Santiago and me, sped up and followed her way.

I told Santiago Oye Che what do you think is happening to me?

Santiago asked me, what is happening to you?

I'm having bad thoughts with this girl; do think tat I can courting her? and release both a great laugh.

Then broke the ice between us and continued talking, speaking of alcohol, women and parties.

After a while, we talk about serious things like the importance of loving God above all things, follow his teaching and be good Catholics to others and ourselves.

We continued walking and strengthen our friendship, step by step on the road, until we said goodbye as I went to the land that gave birth to my grandfather on Noceco, a small town of Burgos.

Santiago went on his way to Santiago de Compostela, unfortunately we didn´t see each other again, but we are in contact via the internet, and now we´ll meet in a month because Santiago invited me to his home in Argentina and Brazil with his uncles, I will refund the honors him, inviting him to come and be on Aztec lands.

Santiago has an innate talent for writing and has shown me some of his publications via the internet and have been amazed, so then I decided to also write my book on my pilgrimage to Santiago.

This is how my friendship with the best Argentine in the world, no, no mistake I'm not speaking of Diego Maradona, I'm talking and to say that I stand, PUPI SANTIAGO.

Sancho



To my good friend Sancho

And his aunt, the servant of God: "Conchita"Álvarez Icaza.

Ode to Sancho.

It is said that not long ago,

In the faraway land of Mexico,

Came to the Hispanias (now Spain)

A young and valiant knight,

His blood was blue as the sky

Starry night in a dark field

And its size is only comparablez

with the ancient heroes of the medieval stories

Brave as a watchdog when to defend his master is in question,

Short of stature,

Not least was his noble character,

Gentelman in attitude and nobility

But even as women are concerned,

Few men have had,

The bravery and courage he has,

Thats how Sancho came as a pilgrim,

To make the glorious path of St. James.

It was his first stop

The International Airport of Barajas,

Where after making the transfer,

A man approached:

"Stop right there!"screams the subject,

And to feel threatened Mexican answers:

"Well son of a bitch I do not know who you are or that your intentions have

but do not you shout to me and I do not talk to strangers "

the curious subject angry

if he know who speaks ask the pilgrim

But the angry pilgrims replies,

"I know you are, a son of his mother fucking"

Here the hidden cop pull out his motherboard,

Appease the lion making

And all the papers

In order the Mexican ends showing.

And is released to enter their Motherland,

But not getting to do two steps,

"Hey look suspicious" says another,

"Rather than to fuck your mother sends you,

If you are a policeman you show,

More problems with the authority I do not want "

Notes the gentleman

"Will have a helluva Mexican,

you looks like López Obrador

- Answer the officer -

- You're a dumb,

Verbal fight begins between Mexican and Spanish

When this takes the hero

A control room.

Then begins a quite inmoral search,

And our knight with his characteristic prudence replied:

"Well what the fuck, you better stop touching my bols

Hey dude you are pissing me off, lets fight"

Outraged that he replied:

"Look, if you don´t calm down I'll have to shackled you"

By now it all seemed a duel to the death

Fair in which two men were fighting,

For the love of a woman or family honor,

Trying to figure out what "shackled" means,

Sated of corage answers:

"Maybe I´ll shackled your mother"

But then the officer leaves the good Sancho, and say:

"You're clean, go with care. "

...

It is known in the world

That it does not bleed but alcohol,

In the veins of Mexicans is running,

It is perhaps this that awakens,

His spirits "manly"and warrior

Known in the world,

That has earned them so much fame,

And the great Sancho was no exception

And so begins our story:

There are few sights

Found in this way,

Here they say about a certain place,

In the Way of St. James,

Some destinations back

Where the legend tells,

Are not water but wine sources.

At this place,

A comforting sign welcomes pilgrims:

"PILGRIM!,

If you want to get to Santiago

With vitality and strength,

This great wine made a drink

And a toast for happiness.

SOURCE OF IRACHE

Wine Source".

Here they came,

Our holy warrior

To prove this nectar

Pleasing the gods.

Upon arriving at the site and see

So tasty invitation

Wake his Aztec thirst which to prove it called him

And so

The bag from his backpack filled

And empty the source

to the others left.

Hundreds of pilgrims,

Desiring that miracle

Then come

Finding only air.

From that day on,

For the rest of your trip,

"You're the bastard who ended the wine"

Would be the phrase most often heard.

...

Julie´s already gone,

When the faithful pilgrim,

Lord James and Markus knows,

In this strange rode.

"Pilgrim at Nájera, Najerine"

Read another sign,

At the entrance as warm city

There was a party,

That in Spain do not wait,

That was the reason

It closed later

That harbor,

Where he was to stay,

And as expected,

The three pilgrims,

From party to party to run.

Stars lit up the sky color

Big booms

Music

Guitars and drums

As if announced the arrival,

Of the hero narrative,

But even that was not,

Nor was the party,

Which Sancho would have expected ...

THE INDEPENDENCE OF MEXICO

That day was also celebrated.

Between drinks,

A Spanish group decided to approach,

And the next round,

To the Pilgrims invited.

So the young knight,

To the beautiful ladies who accompanied

To portray,

Their desire to be opened suddenly,

And there it began its compliments,

When the back of a princess

A rugby had appeared,

"my girlfriend" he said

And like “el chavo del ocho” off guard,

"There you just wait", answered little cautious,

"serene eyes,

Do not look in anger that you be not less beautiful ... "

"Listen, " repeated the executioner

"You just wait, " boldly charged back yoke

Of what could be his death

"But if you look,

Look at me at least "

Then their eyes are drawn to the giant

Him, the gulp of saliva,

As a stone not passed,

And her throat hurt,

But taking a sip of tekila continues:

"and ... wait a minute ... "-and sighs

With the sweat on his forehead falling-

For them they are so beautiful

And the King who is with them:

cheers!"

Thus appease his angry opponent.

...

But I can´t not counting,

The glorious arrival

Of the pilgrim to Santiago

Much-desired target,

Full of miracles

Where differences are forgotten,

Countries, nations,

Just being a Christian,

Everyone belongs.

To the sound of NON NOBIS,

In arrived its destination,

Well accompanied by two beautiful women,

Brazil's land,

Deborah called and Luciana,

Their beautiful mates.

Non Bis Domine

Non Bis

The confused knight sang

Instead of the original lyrics,

As if to recall,

was his desire not to relive,

The ampoules that made him suffer

"Non Bis Domine"

Or what in English would be

Not twice, Lord ...

As well traveled, then,

The last 5 miles our man

And the sound of Non nobis,

He crossed the doors of the Cathedral:

NON NOBIS, DOMINE, NON NOBIS,

SED NOMINE TUO DA GLORIAM,

(Not to us, Lord, not unto us,

Be the Glory to your name)

As well arrived,

And their "manly" eyes

The tears escaped,

His chivalrous heart

Could not resist so much emotion,

After nearly 800 km

Adventure

New friends

His fate conquered.

Front of the big Image,

Of the humble Apostle

Facing the Cross

That in the Church is,

To His Lord Jesus Christ,

Kneeling thanked

And his Mexican blood

Froze in his veins.

"Holy Adalid, patron of Spain,

And a friend of the Lord

Defend your beloved disciples,

Defend your nation,

Weapons victory of Christianity,

We come to template,

In the sacred fire lit

In your devout altar

Safe and secure

As that column,

That was delivered to you,

The mother of Jesus,

Will be in Spain

The Holy Christian Faith

Well heavenly

Bequeathed to us by you ... "

...

And now my friends

Can only be imagine

How this story would end,

This peculiar legend.

Lord James