Sunday 24 May 2015

Camino Day 11: San Millán de la Cogolla – Santo Domingo de la Calzada (19/03/15)

It was now time to get back to the main Camino Francés route after our detour to San Millán de la Cogolla. Returning to the Yuso visitor's centre we had our credencials stamped at reception and then took a few minutes to have a coffee and a chocolate bar from the vending machines in the foyer.
The bell tower of Santo Domingo Cathedral
We walked out into the entrance courtyard of Yuso at 11.30am and were immediately met by an enthusiastic coachload of German senior citizens who were just arriving for a tour of the monasteries. There was much excitement when they saw us and they began to gather round us as one of them asked me in English where we were from and whether were real pilgrims walking to Santiago? I explained that we were Irish, and indeed walking to Santiago, but in stages and on this trip we had only walked from Estella. Would I mind posing for photographs so that they could photograph my rucksack with scallop shell? No problem, I said, but pointed out that David's large white scallop shell which I had found near Luquin was so much larger than my weedy little Ventry example. The Germans gasped with approval upon seeing David's superior scallop and fell on him like a celebrity, snapping away whilst I stood back. I was filled with covetous scallop shell envy! :-)

Bidding auf wiedersehen to our German admirers we finally set off in the light rain. I had not slept that well the night before for two reasons. Firstly my mum was having an operation on her shoulder back in Ireland that morning and I was worried about her and how she would cope. But secondly, I was still thinking of the slump that I had the previous day at the roundabout and the interminable walk downhill to Berceo in the rain and that hill had built up into a major physical and psychological barrier in my fitful dreams during the night that had to be scaled to get back to the Camino. I trudged out of San Millán with slight trepidation, steeling myself for the ordeal before me.
Halfway to Santo Domingo
However, to our amazement the walk to Cirueña turned out to be much easier than we expected. Maybe it was because we had a good breakfast with plenty of protein from the yoghurt, cheese and chorizo, maybe the chocolate bars helped, maybe we were just in good spirits after seeing the monasteries and staying in a good guesthouse, but whatever the reason, we found the road up to the roundabout which had seemed so hard the day before, now seemed much easier. Apart from a short break to have a snack back at the roundabout, we set what we consider a blistering pace of 6km an hour and walked the 12 km to Cirueña in 2 hours! Not bad for a 59 year old and a 47 year old! I was reminded how unjustified my fears had been and what can seem a hard road one day, can seem easy the next - definitely something to remember in life.
David powering towards Ciruena
When we reached Cirueña, we knew we had rejoined the Camino Frances and I was delighted to see a familiar yellow arrow and greeted it symbolically like a long lost friend while I waited for David to catch up (if anyone was watching I am sure they thought I was mad!).

We decided to celebrate with a sandwich, in what looked from the outside, a very unprepossessing cafe called Bar Jacobeo. But never judge a book by it's cover - outward appearances can be deceptive! We stepped inside and the first thing I noticed was that there were several local extended families dining - always a good sign to see locals eating in a bar I feel. The second thing I noticed was that two policemen were also eating. My dad always used to say that if you see policemen eating in a cafe it is always a good sign that the food is good!
Bar Jacobeo
We had been thinking of a sandwich as I said, but the barman suggested the menu. Sure, why not we thought? It was 1.30pm and we could treat ourselves after the success of our San Millán detour! This turned out to be the best meal I have so far eaten! It was stupendous! It would have been served in a fancy restaurant and cost a fortune had it been in Ireland!
The superlative paella!
A terracotta jar of red wine came first - wine always gladdens my heart - so far so good, then a fabulous seafood paella for primo, full of scallops and prawns. Segundo was calamari and salad for David and for me the most wonderful squid in squid ink sauce - maybe not the most aesthetically pleasing dish, but rich, savoury and very filling. Dessert was what the Spanish call "flan" - creme caramel, and one of the delights of walking the Camino from a culinary point of view, is trying out the different homemade flans, often quite different from each other. Usually there are small cup sized affairs, but we were staggered after the first two courses when enormous cake-sized wedges of flan were brought out. It was solid, it was creamy and it was heaven! I needed an espresso to close the stomach! It cost E11 - nothing in my opinion for such a feast!
Squid in ink sauce
We literally waddled out of Bar Jacobeo wondering how on earth we could walk the remaining approximately 7km to Santo Domingo de la Calzada, but somehow we did, be passed by our two fellow police diners cruising slowly down the Camino trackway in a squad car - the first time we had seen the police patrol the Camino. In the end it took us 3 hours and 50 minutes to walk the 19 km from San Millán de la Cogolla to Santo Domingo de la Calzada.
Flan
We entered Santo Domingo past a potato packing warehouse. I had hoped to stay in the Cistercian Convent and hear the nuns sing Vespers, but when we rang the doorbell nothing happened and we found out at the information centre that the nuns go away on holiday in the winter and were not at home. No matter, we made our way down the street to Albergue Casa del Santo which is run by a Spanish Confraternity. Checking in with us at the same time was a very tall young German man (built like a barn door) called Aaron who was complaining about his legs - he had the ubiquitous shin splints. Also milling around in the foyer were several Koreans who we came to like and provided colour for the last part of walk.
David walking towards Santo Domingo
The albergue was interesting - a strange eclectic mix of original Medieval and Renaissance elements – the façade of the old Bishop’s Palace, with it’s arched gateway and courtyard, and original rooms with period furniture behind a glass door, combined with a very cold yellow - glass 1970's style chapel and modern extensions. The dormitory was up two flights of stairs and for so large a building seemed fairly cramped, but comfortable enough.

Because we were some of the last to arrive there were few beds left so I let the elderly David (!) have the only remaining ground floor bunk and I had a second level bunk beneath a plywood slanted ceiling. I made note to self, not to sit up suddenly during the night or I would smack my head on same!

The bathroom was also cramped and the floor was flooded as other pilgrims had already done their ablutions and as there was nowhere to hang clothes whilst showering it was hard to keep things dry. I had been spoilt by the albergue at Logroño and our guesthouse at San Millán and I could feel myself getting irritated, but I reminded myself that this was not the right attitude and that on the Camino I should accept each day as it comes and try not to complain.

David and I were particularly keen to wash some clothes but checking around in the back garden we found that there were no washing machines and tumble driers and as it was too cold to dry clothes on a line, I decided to reluctantly shelve the idea until I got to Belorado.
Palace of  the Marquis of Fuerte Hijar
Time was getting on and we wanted to see Santo Domingo before the sun set, so we made our way into town. This ancient town is full of character and we saw Spanish tourists wandering around with their families as well as pilgrims. Some of the heritage buildings seemed dilapidated like the 18th Century Baroque Palace of the Marquis of Fuerte Hijar, with it's broken shutters and collapsing roof, but most of the town was well kept and shone in the evening sunlight as the morning’s rain had long since cleared.
Dog in Plaza Santo
The town is named after it's founder; Santo Domingo de la Calzada - St Dominic of the Roadside. Santo Domingo is one of the most interesting historical figures linked with the development of the Camino. Born in 1019 in the nearby village of Viloria as Domingo Garcia, he studied at the Abbey of Valvanera and then San Millán before being rejected by the authorities there for not being of a sufficient intellectual standard. Not to be thwarted in his call to serve God, Santo Domingo retired to live as a hermit on the site of the present town and decided to dedicate his life to serving  pilgrims on their way to Santiago. In 1044 he built a bridge over the rio Oja as well as a pilgrim hospital (which is now a Parador) and a church which later developed into the cathedral.
Artist's impression of the early development of Santo Domingo de la Calzada
Aymeric Picaud, who wrote a medieval account of the Camino says that Santo Domingo also "built the stretch of the road between Najera and Redecilla del Camino". In 1076 Alfonso VI extended his rule over La Rioja and gave his unconditional support to the work of the saint. He died in 1109 and around his tomb the "Burgo de Santo Domingo" grew up into the town we see today.
Portal of Cathedral
We made our way first to Plaza Santo. Opposite the Cathedral was the baroque facade of the small Hermitage Chapel and we decided to step inside it first and found a delightful 16th Century vaulted interior. The sense of peace compared with the hustle and bustle of the Plaza outside was palpable and we sat for a while enjoying the opportunity to reflect and seek God after a busy day.
Inside the Hermitage Chapel
Returning outside we next climbed the 18th century cathedral bell tower and this afforded fine views of the narrow streets below; the remaining stretches of the town's ramparts; the surprising proximity of the modern road, busy with lorries on the flat plain to the north of the town, and also a close up of the bells themselves. I also was also interested in the graffiti on the stonework around the bells - including some cross pattees - an ancient symbol of pilgrimage that I have also encountered in Ireland at pligrims sites such on the Saint's Road in Dingle, Co. Kerry.
David on top of the bell tower
View up inside of bell tower

Looking towards Belorado from Bell tower

Bell tower graffiti
Descending, we then went into the cathedral - the gothic church of San Salvador.  The original church was consecrated in the 12th century and had quite a dark interior. It was built over Santo Domingo's original Romanesque church and has Latin Cross ground plan with three aisles, a ribbed vault and a Romanesque ambulatory behind the high altar which had carvings in fine relief which were uplit, and therefore easy to see and which I enjoyed a lot. Floral motifs are interspersed with human figures including my favourite; King David playing a lute - a fitting theme for a house of worship considering that David organised the Levitical choirs for the Biblical Temple in Jerusalem.

A fine renaissance gilded retable by Damian Forment dating from 1537 - 40, with an impressive silver altar has been moved into a chapel on the north side so as not to obscure the ambulatory.
Apse
Apse carving detail
King David
Nearby in the south transept is the impressive mausoleum of Santo Domingo himself. The saint originally requested to be buried in the middle of the road he had done so much to develop, outside the church he had built, however with the construction of the later cathedral, his tomb became incorporated within it’s walls. The Romanesque tomb is still at the old street level – I descended down some steps below the floor level of the cathedral to view it in a fairly austere stone chapel adorned with a statue of Santo Domingo himself with a kneeling follower at his feet and with some scenes of the passion and resurrection of Christ on the walls.
Tomb of Santo Domingo
Detail of Scenes from the Passion of Christ on wall of Santo Domingo's tomb
Over the sepulchre soars a gothic canopy with a recumbent statue of the saint at the floor level of the cathedral. At one end of this is an altar featuring another, presumably Baroque, statue of the saint, complete with staff, Gandalf-like beard and brown cloak, within a niche and standing on a silver plinth within a silver arch decorated with florid scallop shell and floral motifs. At his feet stand two cockerels which brings us to the most bizarre sight in the cathedral.

Gothic canopy over Santo Domingo's tomb

Near the mausoleum on the west wall of the south transept is a late gothic carved niche with a renaissance grille behind which is a cage containing a pair of live white chickens – a cockerel and a hen! This structure is called the Gallinero or Chicken Coop of Santo Domingo. The tradition of keeping chickens in the cathedral is linked to the most famous miracle associated with Santo Domingo. There are as usual, various versions of the story but basically, it is said that in the 14th Century an 18 year old German pilgrim called Hugonell from the Diocese of Cologne was on pilgrimage with his parents and stayed in an inn in Santo Domingo. The innkeeper’s daughter made sexual advances to Hugonell, who refused them. The spurned girl was filled with anger and hid a silver cup in Hugonell’s bag to get revenge and then informed the town authorities that Hugonell had taken it. Hugonell was sentenced to death and hanged. As his grief stricken parents were preparing to leave they heard their son’s voice telling them that he was still alive as Santo Domingo himself was holding him up by the feet. They rushed to the house of the town judge who was just sitting down to a dinner of two roast chickens, a cock and a hen, and told him their story. The judge scoffed at them and replied that their son was no more alive than the chickens on his plate whereupon they jumped up miraculously from his plate complete with feathers and began to flutter around proving the boy’s innocence!
Altar of Santo Domingo
This miraculous story in fact has elements that occurred again and again across Medieval Europe – versions appeared in places like Utrecht, Toulouse and Barcelos on the Camino Português. In 1307 for example, the Welsh rebel William ap Rhys was hanged at Swansea Castle and was claimed to have been raised from the dead when Lady Mary de Briouze had prayed to St Thomas de Cantilupe, the deceased Bishop of Hereford. Upon his recovery ap Rhys had claimed that de Cantilupe had held him up by his feet when he was on the gallows. The story of roasted chickens being resurrected is more unusual, although a version involving resurrected geese does appear in an old English carol.
The Gallinero
The chickens kept in the cathedral today are supposedly the descendants of the roasted ones and the Religious Order that runs the albergue keeps a spare pair in a chicken coop in the garden, which I saw and swaps them over every two weeks. The tradition of keeping chickens continually in the cathedral only dates from 1965 (which was a Catholic Holy Year) as prior to this they were only seen between the 15th April and 13th October. Supposedly it is good luck if a pilgrim hears the cockerel crow – I was reminded of something Heinz had said a couple of days earlier in the café in Azofra “I will sit there all day if I have to, to hear the b*@~#$ bird crow!!”
The holy chickens!
Also within the cathedral was an interesting museum. However alongside the usual ecclesiastical items, engravings and manuscripts was a Playmobile Holy Week exhibition! This consisted of elaborate dioramas of scenes from the arrest, trial and crucifixion of Christ and also one of an Easter Sunday parade in a Spanish town. At first David and I were a bit dubious of the whole concept, but after watching fascinated children interacting with the story of Easter Week as they examined the dioramas with their parents, we decided it was a great way to portray the gospel message in an accessible way to small children.
Playmobile Advert
The museum also included an interesting exhibition of Chinese porcelain from different dynastic periods. I have no idea why it was being displayed, but I enjoyed seeing the Tang Dynasty Horse and the incredible smooth glaze of Song Dynasty ware – so far in advance of anything Europe could produce in the same period.
Playmobile flagellation of Christ
Back outside, David and I enjoyed wandering through the streets soaking up the atmosphere of the evening passiagata. We were still stuffed from our meal in Cirueña but felt we should have a light supper and also buy a few things for breakfast, so we called into a small supermarket and bought provisions.
Playmobile Via Dolorosa
Returning to the albergue we were dismayed to see a laundrette directly across the street from the front door – we could have done some much needed laundry after all but had somehow missed noticing it!
Tang Dynasty artefacts
In the albergue kitchen Aaron the German was frying up vast amounts of food and explaining to another pilgrim how he had been to see a GP for a steroid injection to reduce his shin splint pain. The Korean party suddenly returned. They consisted of an older very quiet gentleman, probably in his 60’s who always looked very serious, accompanied by a group of two young men, one very boisterous and one quiet and reserved, and about four young women who walked everywhere in flip flops. Upon entering the kitchen the boisterous Korean announced in an excited very loud voice “Santo Domingo - it is a Chicken Village!!” and proceeded to produce several souvenir pottery cockerels from a bag. The Koreans also produced several bottles of red wine to accompany their supper and the party went on in the kitchen long after we had retired to bed!
Song Dynasty Porcelain
I was tired, so I climbed up into my bunk to read a Henri Nouwen book I had brought. In the bed next to me was a Brazilian young man with dreadlocks and earrings called Alex, who was also suffering from severe shin splints. He spoke in a quiet hippy sort of manner and whilst reading I was amused to observe Aaron walk into the dormitory, his 6ft 5” bulk dressed in bedtime attire – a vest with nipples printed on the chest and psychedelic striped pants. Alex was limping out the door to the bathroom and stopped to slowly drawl “No way man! Like, what are you wearing? That is the most disgusting outfit I have ever seen anyone wear!” Aaron looked at him, smiled and replied in his heavily German accented English “Do not vorry Alex – you take life far too seriously – go to bed and relax and you feel much better in the morning!” The amusement, respect, tolerance and even affection that pilgrims show each other in the albergues summed up in one little exchange of banter!
Tomb in Cathedral

Thursday 14 May 2015

San Millán de Suso (19/03/15)

The following morning we had a hearty Continental breakfast of yoghurt, fruit, chorizo and bread at the Hospederia La Calera guesthouse, settled the bill (which we thought at €25 each, was good value for the standard of accommodation we had experienced) and made our way back over to San Millán de Yuso. Part of the monastery complex has been turned into a hotel and beside it there is a modern visitor’s centre and reception facing onto the external courtyard where tickets for the guided tours of both monasteries can be purchased.
San Millán de Suso
The monastery of San Millán de Suso is much smaller and more ancient than it’s grandiose younger brother Yuso. Due to factors such as the age of the structure, it’s geographical location on a hillside, the rainfall levels in the area, the vicissitudes of history (it was burnt by Almanzor, Vizier and de facto ruler of El Andalus in 1002 and sacked by the Black Prince, son of Edward III of England, who was an ally of Pedro the Cruel, king of Castille, in the 1300’s) and neglect, the building has been severely damaged and has required restoration and reinforcement. This has meant that access is only with a tour guide in timed groups of about 20 people.

We booked on the 10:25 tour and received a reduction on the ticket price due to being pilgrims with a credencial. A small bus took us up the mountainside on a winding road through mature deciduous woodland.
San Millán de Suso viewed from Yuso
Arriving, the first thing that struck me was the sense of tranquility. Standing still for a short time and letting the other visitors in the group go on ahead, I was mesmerised by the sound of birdsong, woodpeckers and sheep bells drifting through the dripping trees. I could easily imagine San Millán and his band of followers living here in the surrounding caves as hermits in the 6th Century. Originally, before the monastery was built abutting onto the cliff face of a outcrop of rock, a natural crevice contained several caves which provided shelter for a community of hermits who lived here in contemplation. These included San Millán himself who was subsequently buried in one of the caves.

The tour guide brought me back to reality from my reverie by shouting up the path at me. I don’t speak Spanish, but a rough translation would probably be “stop hanging around daydreaming and get inside the monastery with the other visitors or you will miss the tour!” and indeed when I looked the other visitors had already gone through the outer door! I ran up to the door, pushed it open and quickly joined them along with David, who was already getting used to my dreamy detailed examinations of ancient buildings!

I have visited ancient Orthodox monasteries in Albania on several occasions and to my mind, the monastery building itself reminded me much more of these than any monastery I have visited in Western Europe before. It combines Visigothic (post-Roman and pre-Arab invasions in A.D. 711), Mozarabic (Christians who lived under Muslim rule) and Romanesque architectural elements. The square tower beside the entrance gate with it’s overhanging eaves and tiled roofs is very picturesque when viewed through the woodland.
View of San Millán de Yuso in valley below from Suso
Stepping through the door I found a cobbled verandah – like atrium with arched openings from which the valley below could be viewed through the mist. The cobbling dates from Visigothic times and the floor is lined with the tombs of the Seven Infants of Lara with the tomb of their tutor, Don Nuño Salido.
Tombs of the Seven Infants of Lara and Don Nuño Salido
The Legend of the Seven Infants of Lara is told in a Spanish epic poem, which like the Chanson de Roland mixes real events and people with wildly exaggerated myths. The “Seven Infants” and their tutor Don Nuño Salido probably were real individuals who lived in the 10th Century.

They were said to be the the sons of Gonzalo Gustioz the Lord of Salas (an area near Burgos). Reputedly of the blood of the Counts of Castille, they were trained in Cavalry skills by Nuño Salido, and were said to be knighted on the same day. They took part in the Reconquest or wars against the Muslims in Southern Spain.

The theme of revenge runs through the poem and at a wedding in Burgos in 986, one of the infants Gonzalez, the youngest of the seven brothers, quarrels with and kills Alvar Sanchez the relative of the bride called Doña Lambra. Her husband Ruy Velázquez Lord of Villaren, is persuaded to avenge this offence and so Velázquez sends Gonzalo Gustioz, a guest at the wedding to Cordoba, capital of the Umayyad Caliphate, unknowingly carrying a letter written in Arabic addressed to Almanzor asking the Vizier to murder him. Almanzor however, does not murder him, but imprisons him in Cordoba.

Meanwhile Velázquez pretends to make an incursion into Moorish territory accompanied by the seven brothers and arranges for them to be ambushed. The seven infants and Salido fight to the death and are slain and their bodies beheaded. Their heads are displayed in Cordoba, (where a street is still called the Street of Heads). Almanzor shows the heads to Gustioz who weeps when he recognises them, and so Almanzor has pity on him and asks his sister to visit Gustioz and console him. She seems to do this very effectively (!) because she gives birth to Gustioz’s son who is named Mudarra.

Mudarra is raised in Cordoba and Gustioz is released and returns to Salas. But when Mudarra turns fourteen he goes in search of his father and learning of the treachery of Velázquez he avenges the death of his half-brothers by killing Ruy Velázquez while he is on a hunting expedition, and then gathering together a band of follower, he attacks the castle of Villaren, where Doña Lambra is captured, stoned and burnt at the stake. Mudarra then lives happily ever after as he is adopted by Gustioz’s and inherits his estate.  

This story of revenge and blood feud seemed strangely at odds with the peace and tranquillity of Suso, but I suppose all human passion, hatred, ambition and strife is ultimately stilled by death and the stone sarcophagi in the atrium spoke of this. Certainly the epic conjures up well, the mixed loyalties of the Reconquest period given that, for example, king Sancho the Strong married his sister to Almanzor and Christians sometimes allied with the Muslims as the early Spanish kingdoms struggled with each other as well as the Moors. To quote the poem itself seems appropriate:

        “Seven gentler boys, nor braver, were never nursed in Spain,       
          And blood of Moors, God rest your souls, ye shed on her like rain.”

This is not the only literary association with Suso as according to tradition, the atrium is said to be the spot where Gonzalo de Berceo, the 13th Century Benedictine monk, wrote his poetry in the developing vernacular language of his time instead of in Latin, thereby creating the earliest literature by a known author in Spanish. It was also at Suso that the Glosa Emilianensis was written.
Medieval Graffiti
At the other end of the atrium are the tombs of three queens of Navarre Doña Toda, Doña Elvira and Doña Jimena dating from the 10th and 11th Centuries. The walls of the atrium are covered with graffiti written by pilgrims and monks in the 11th and 12th Centuries.
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Accessing the main building through a Mozarabic doorway from the atrium, three different phases of construction can be discerned although the construction at first seems quite complicated. The first phase of building construction is in front of the original caves where the hermits lived and has been built onto the original cliff face. It is Visigothic and dates from the 6th and 7th Centuries.
Original Hermit's Caves
The most westerly facing cave contains bones from medieval burials, which can be seen in an alcove through a modern glass window. These must be the burials of important people being sited so close to the tomb of San Millán, but their names have been lost.

Beside this is the Oratory Cave of San Millán where the saint was originally buried in A.D. 574. Although his actual relics were removed to Yuso in 1030, a dark alabaster sepulchre was placed in the cave in the 12th Century and is one of the oldest statues in Spain. Beside this can be seen further caves

Sepulchre of San Millan
Photo: Cruccone
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In front of the caves can be seen the 10th Century Mozarabic monastery which was built in A.D. 959 with characteristic horseshoe shaped arches. This second part of the building took advantage of some of the caves and is oriented to the south and west. In 1002 Almanzor, burnt this part of the building and the original monochrome decoration on the arches has been largely destroyed, though remnants remain.

Visigothic structure left, Mozarab horseshoe arches right.
Blue tiled Reliquary of the Wood to right of central arch
Photo: Jose Luis Filp Cabana
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The third part of the building was completed in the 11th and 12th Centuries when the Benedictines arrived and lengthened the horseshoe arches with two further Romanesque ones.

Other extensions to the building have not survived and the building was finally abandoned in 1835 when Mendizábal closed many religious houses including Yuso and Suso (although Yuso was later given to the Augustinians).

Near the Ossuary cave can be also be seen an unusual reliquary consisting of a blue tiled box attached to one of the pillars which contains an ancient piece of wood. This relates to a story about San Millán in which some workers were said to be building a barn when they found that the timber they were going to use as a support was not the right length. However, after San Millán had prayed, the timber was miraculously found to have lengthened in size and a left over piece of wood not used for building was preserved in the reliquary!
The monastery of San Millán de Suso is an interesting and atmospheric place evocative of so much Spanish and Camino history and with added benefit of being in such a beautiful location. David and I agreed that it our visit to San Millán de la Cogolla had been well worth the effort involved in taking a detour off the main Camino Francés route.

Sunday 10 May 2015

San Millán de la Cogolla & San Millán de Yuso (18/03/14)

The village of San Millán de la Cogolla sits at the end of a beautiful valley whose steep sides are thickly wooded. Large sandstone bluffs protrude in places from the trees and add dramatic beauty to the scenery. Even though it was raining when we arrived and continued to lightly drizzle during our stay, this only seemed to add to the beauty as wisps of mist clung to the trees on the higher slopes and I was reminded of the damp tranquility of Glendalough; David and I agreed that the scenery made us feel like we were in Co. Wicklow as the valley and weather had a very Irish feel.

San Millán
The suffix of the place name de la Cogolla means “of the cowl” and refers to the monastic cowl or hood and is variously thought to be a reference to the shape of the valley or the monastic history of the area. This is because
San Millán is primarily famous not for it’s scenery, but for it’s two monasteries; San Millán de Suso founded in the 6th Century and San Millán de Yuso founded in the 11th. Suso and Yuso mean “upper” and “lower” (from the Latin “sursum” – “above” and “deorsum” - below) in archaic Castillian because  San Millán de Suso developed high up the side of the valley in the forest and then later, because there was little room to expand the monastery buildings, San Millán de Yuso was built on the valley floor.

 


In 1997 both monasteries were declared a UNESCO World Heritage site for two main reasons. Firstly because San Millán de la Cogolla is considered, as UNESCO acknowledges “the birthplace of the modern written and spoken Spanish language” – the third most widely spoken language on the globe. Sometime in the 11th Century, an anonymous monk in the scriptorium at Suso wrote a codex manuscript now called the Glosa Emilianenses. The main text was written in a simplified form of Latin, but importantly, he wrote notes or marginalia around the edges in Medieval Basque and a medieval form of a Hispanic language which scholars debate was either Castillian or Old Spanish or alternatively Navarro- Aragonese. The main point is that these notes are the earliest written example of the Basque language and one of the earliest examples of early Spanish (the Real Academia Española declared in 2010 that written Spanish found in another medieval document , Cartularies of Valpuesta from the Province of Burgos is actually earlier that the Glosa Emilianenses).
Copy of the Glosa Emilianenses
The second reason for the UNESCO declaration is that the two monasteries are important because they show the transition from the earlier Eremitic monastic tradition, where a hermit might live in a cave and maybe slowly gather a group of followers around themselves, to the Cenobitic or Community tradition, which became the dominant form of monasticism, where monks live together under a monastic rule.
San Millan de Yuso
The monastic history of the area begins during the Visigothic period with Saint Aemilian (Emilianus in Latin and San Millán in Spanish). According to a Vita or saintly biography written by Braulius, Bishop of Caesaraugusta (modern Zaragoza) written between 50 – 100 years after the saint’s death, and based on the testimony of four of his disciples, San Millán was born in Berceo in A.D.473 and according to tradition, lived over one hundred years, dying in 574.



He spent his early years as a shepherd in the mountains, but about the age of twenty he had a dream and decided to dedicate his life to serving God. He decided to seek advice and training from a hermit at Bilibio, San Felices or Felix and lived with him for a number of years before becoming a travelling hermit (or gyrovagus) living in the mountains and remote regions along the ancient Roman road that developed into the Camino de Santiago between Logroño and Burgos. Tradition says that he spent much of this period, about 40 years, living in the hills around La Cogolla.

Eventually, against San Millán’s personal wishes, Didymus, Bishop of Tarazona ordained him as a priest, however he soon drew upon himself the opposition and anger of his fellow priests because he gave away his possessions in alms and was accused of wasting the goods of the church and deprived of his office.
Yuso Cloister
After this, San Millán returned to the wilderness and became famous for his holiness, miracle working and compassion for the poor. In his last years, although his ascetic lifestyle increased, he allowed a small band of disciples to live with him in his cell.
Entrance to abbey church from cloister
Braulius records miracles that were supposed to have occurred after San Millán’s death and some of San Millán’s liturgical prayers were written down by a medieval poet San Eugenio in A.D. 634 who also dedicated some Latin distichs (elegiac verses) to him. The monastery of San Millán de Suso was built over the site of his hermit’s caves and tomb and became increasingly popular as the Camino de Santiago developed.
Interior of church door
By the 10th Century the rival kingdoms of Castille and Navarre were both interested in bringing the monastery within their sphere of influence because it was already setting up monastic colonies, copying out codexes and providing both royal courts with scribes. Both kingdoms vied with each other to grant the monastery privileges. In 1030 Sancho the Great as part of his efforts to develop the Camino de Santiago, ordered San Millán’s relics to be exhumed and displayed to encourage prayer. At the same time San Millán was declared a saint and was in time came to be considered the patron saint of Castille and Navarre.
High Altar with painting of San Millan
Sancho’s son Don Garcia of Najéra began the construction of a second monastery, San Millán de Yuso. Like the evocative story of Don Garcia entering the cave at Najéra, there is another legend associated with the same king and the founding of Yuso. It is a story reminiscent of the biblical account of the return of the Ark of the Covenant to the Israelites from the Philistines in the book of 1 Samuel chapter 6. According to tradition Don Garcia decided to transfer San Millán’s relics to the monastery of Santa Maria la Real in Najéra from Suso. The remains were placed inside some wooden caskets decorated with ivory panels and precious stones and placed on an ox cart. However, when the oxen reached the bottom of the valley they refused to continue and everyone then understood that the saint did not want to leave the valley and so San Millán de Yuso was built on the spot where the oxen stopped and the saint’s relics are still kept at Yuso today.
Dome over crossing
The two monasteries had separate abbots until the 12th Century and became Benedictine foundations. Work on Yuso was finished in 1067 during the reign of Sancho IV el de Peñalen and around the same time a marble reliquary for San Millán’s remains was completed.
Baroque altarpiece in Parish Church
The Benedictines claimed San Millán as their own and representations of the saint show him in a Benedictine monk’s cowl, although San Millán himself was never a member of a monastic order or organised community. He is also often shown in a similar way to images of Santiago Matamoros – Moor slayer, with a wavy sword to distinguish him from St James, as he was supposed to have miraculously appeared at the battle of Hacinas in favour of the Christian forces.
Imprisoned saint in Parish Church side chapel
Later figures linked with the monasteries include Santo Domingo de Silos (or Cañas), Santo Domingo de la Calzada (who we shall come across in future posts) who was considered so intellectually dull that he got thrown out of Yuso, and a poet famous in Spanish literature, Gonzalo de Berceo.


Once David and I had rested, we walked the short distance from the guest house over to San Millán de Yuso. It was still raining and it was now late afternoon, so we agreed that we would visit Yuso and then examine the smaller monastery of San Millán de Suso the following morning before we walked to Cirueña to rejoin the main Camino route.
Sacristy
Yuso could only be viewed via a guided tour which took approximately one hour. Although the tour guide only spoke in Spanish, there were excellent information boards in French, English and German throughout the tour. 


Sacristy Fresco


The monastery complex of San Millán de Yuso is an enormous edifice with stupendously opulent Baroque interiors and additions and we greatly enjoyed our tour. We were led firstly into a hall by the cloister to view a facsimile of the Glosa Emilianenses and then through the cloister and an elaborate doorway (the interior of which was a stunning confection of gilded Rococo motifs) to the abbey church.



The church itself was built between 1504 and 1540 and is the first example of a Hall Church or so called Hallen-Kirchen (a church with a nave and side aisles of approximately equal heights) in Spain. The front part of the church is used as the monastery church and the rear as the local parish church.

Gilded carvings in Sacristy
A 17th Century renaissance altarpiece has paintings by Fray Juan Ricci, a Benedictine monk who belonged to the school of El Greco and the central panels show San Millán appearing at the battle of Hacinas with the Assumption of the Virgin above. A small dome above the crossing is tastefully plastered with stucco in a surprisingly muted manner and reminded me of the tiny domed church of San Carlo alle Quattro Fontane that I saw last year in Rome.
Cloister
At the rear of the monastery church an incredibly elaborate screen made by Sebastian de Medina in 1676, divides the choir off from the parish church area. A very interesting feature of the screen is a large circle above the door through to the Parish Church, where on the Spring and Autumn equinoxes on the 21st March and 21st September at 17:30 the sun shines through the church window and forms a perfect ellipse on the choir floor through this circular screen opening, thus demonstrating the west – east axis of the church.
Monk's cells
The parish church section is dominated by the elaborate 18th Century baroque altarpiece made from walnut wood covered in gold leaf which forms the far side of the dividing screen and is decorated with carvings of saints associated with the life of San Millán. There are several side chapels where masses were said for the locals; some of them have interesting altarpieces featuring carvings of imprisoned saints behind bars!
Gregorian Chant Books
We moved on to the extraordinary sacristy which made us gasp due to the richness of it’s gilded walnut carvings and vibrant coloured frescoes which date from 1766 when the abbot Fray José Fernándes converted the Chapter House. The richness of the original colours has survived because the floor is made from alabaster which maintains a constant temperature and humidity. The frescoes are an exuberant riot of dancing musical cherubs framed by swags of fruit and flowers.
Codex Calixtinus
On the second floor of the cloister we passed the monk’s cells and then viewed the storeroom where a collection of 25 original books of Gregorian Chant are kept in locked wooden store cupboards. Copied between 1729 and 1731 on calfskin parchment, each book was impressively large. There are only four such surviving complete collections of Gregorian Chant in Spain including this one at Yuso; two in Madrid, at the Palacio Real  and El Escorial and the fourth at the Monastery of Guadalupe (Cáceres). Nearby in the same room was an illuminated 13th Century copy of the Codex Calixtinus – the most famous medieval account of pilgrimage on the Camino de Santiago.
Reliquary of San Millan
Before leaving the monastery we finally were taken to see the chapel were the silver reliquaries containing the remains of San Millán and San Felices de Bilibio are kept. Both were created in 1944 under the orders of General Francisco Franco; “Prudentissimo Duci Maximo” as the inscription on San Millán’s reliquary describes him. San Millán’s reliquary is decorated with delightful 11th Century ivory plates showing scenes from San Millán’s life and miracles and the panels are one of the most important surviving pieces of Romanesque art. San Felice’s box is also decorated with ivory panels, but this time from the 12th Century. I spent a long time enjoying the panels with their intricate carvings of religious scenes and their evocation of medieval chapels, castles, knights, horses and costumes with the hand of God blessing all from above.
Ivory panel
Also nearby at the back of the room and not to be missed, was a 16th Century Italian gilt bronze crucifix attributed to Benvenuto Cellini.

We left the monastery feeling very pleased that we had achieved so much in one day; not only had we managed to walk from Najéra to San Millán de la Cogolla, but we had been able to view two important monasteries – Cañas and Yuso and had the satisfaction of knowing that we still had Suso to see the following morning.
16th Century Italian crucifix
We enjoyed a well-deserved meal at the restaurant opposite Yuso which included a segundo fish course washed down with half a bottle of rioja each, then retired to our guesthouse to rest. David snored the rest of the evening away whilst I wrote up my journal and read!