Setting: June, Rabanal del Camino, Spain
We are upstairs in the pilgrim house dorm room when piano music reaches our ears. The playing is beautiful and my sister and I guess who is responsible for the beauty. I guess one of our fellow pilgrims, Michael, and my sister guesses Fr. Javier, our beloved priest. Curious, I creep down the outside garden steps and past the window that looks into the conference room with the piano. It is Fr. Javier playing.
I leave for the chapel across the street for Confession. When I return, the lovely music is still filling the house. I peek into the room and my two traveling companions are there, listening. I join them. Sometimes I watch Fr. Javier play, glancing between his fingers and the music. Other times, I sit with my eyes closed, simply delighting in the sound of classical music washing over me. He finishes, we clap, and he smiles.
“What else? Something by a Spanish composer. Ah, yes. This one.” He finds the page. “I’m a romantic.” I want to chime in, “Me too!” Fr. Javier continues, “This one is called “Eva and Walter,” It is very nice. Very simple.”
It is both. As he plays, I am picturing Eva and Walter sitting on a bench or walking through a park. At one point I believe I am in the perfect moment in time. Fr. Javier is filling the house with music, a gentle but steady rain is pouring through the opening in the garden roof, and Patricia (the hospitalera) is it the kitchen preparing supper. Here we are–a lovely family that eats together and prays together. This is “El Cuerpo de Cristo.”
A little “Eva y Walter” for you to enjoy!