Holy cards, the traditional European, beautifully printed, paper ones are getting harder and harder to come by. I’ve had some since childhood and I’ve added to my collection with every trip to Spain but I only bought one in Madrid this time. It was a small plastic coated one dedicated to the Niño de Atocha, another representation of the Christ child but one the street and train station in Madrid was named after. When we got back to our hotel I looked the image up and found it is distinctly characterized by the basket, staff and drinking gourd he carries and the cape cape he wears that is affixed with a scallop shell, the symbol of the pilgrimage to Saint James.
I gave the card to my cousin, Maureen, when we met up with her today in Saint Jean Pied Del Port. The remains of St. James are said to be in Santiago de Compostello, the city in northwestern Spain that is named after him. Our hiking clothes are laid out and the alarm is set. We start our walk to there tomorrow.