Day 897
Las Lajas
With our bodies aching, it seemed an unwise choice to leave the sanctuary of Las Lajas. A place of worship since the 18th century. In 1754, a local woman, Maria Mueses, walking home with her daughter Rosa, sought shelter from a storm. Rosa had never spoken and was believed to be a deaf mute. Suddenly she turned to her mother and said she could see the image of ‘The virgin of the Rosary’ on the wall they were hiding under and that it had spoken to her. The authorities of the region verified these events and the construction of the sanctuary commenced. The present building replaced the original in the early 20th century. It is built into the sides of the canyon formed by the River Guaitara, a two-span bridge was added later. The whole valley around it is now lined with footpaths and viewing platforms. Thousands of people visit daily. It’s quite an undertaking to get down to the sanctuary. The less able can take a cable car, but the majority walk down as part of their pilgrimage. We saw many in wheelchairs, the stairs proving no obstacle as people nearby instantly offer to help. Today, being Sunday, meant the church was constantly full during the almost nonstop services. Some were clearly just curious, but the majority were obviously deeply moved by their visit. Despite the crowds the whole experience was calm, the stunning view of the church in it’s setting was simply blissful. Tom went back after dark for some more photos. Back on the bikes tomorrow.
