We left the village this morning expecting a quick 12km to Moissic. Turning right instead of left we found ourselves wandering through orchards and vineyards. Both of us tired and sore today, it was bit quieter. Leslie did not have to put up with my singing songs to which I did not have all the words, or my incessant storytelling to which I admittedly try to find special meaning.
Getting to the bottom of a mud slick tractor track was not too easy but very do able. It was there where today's first set of camino angels, a dad and two teenaged boys showed up.Théy looked at me oddly as they were walking the opposite direction. In that space between the languages where one manages to communicate the important things they broke the news. Wrong way. Way way wrong way.
We turned back up the muddy track and walked back to the origin of the error. Then on to St Martin where there is an amazing gite next to the church. Cold,hungry and tired we were welcomed into a house filled with antiques of all sizes. There were small toy cars and rideable toy cars. Elephant tusks and elaborately carved chairs. A French man cooked us wonderful soup and omelet and we visited with his two young daughters who spoke British English. Our spirits were warmed yet exhaustion overtook us. We took a cab.
We were dropped off at the train station. Across the street was gite Ultreia. Rom and Aideen Bates own this gite. But it is not a business to them. It is their mission in life....to care for pilgrims.
More later...
Saturday, April 27, 2013
The long walk to nowhere...
We left the village this morning expecting a quick 12km to Moissic. Turning right instead of left we found ourselves wandering through orchards and vineyards. Both of us tired and sore today, it was bit quieter. Leslie did not have to put up with my singing songs to which I did not have all the words, or my incessant storytelling to which I admittedly try to find special meaning.
Getting to the bottom of a mud slick tractor track was not too easy but very do able. It was there where today's first set of camino angels, a dad and two teenaged boys showed up.Théy looked at me oddly as they were walking the opposite direction. In that space between the languages where one manages to communicate the important things they broke the news. Wrong way. Way way wrong way.
We turned back up the muddy track and walked back to the origin of the error. Then on to St Martin where there is an amazing gite next to the church. Cold,hungry and tired we were welcomed into a house filled with antiques of all sizes. There were small toy cars and rideable toy cars. Elephant tusks and elaborately carved chairs. A French man cooked us wonderful soup and omelet and we visited with his two young daughters who spoke British English. Our spirits were warmed yet exhaustion overtook us. We took a cab.
We were dropped off at the train station. Across the street was gite Ultreia. Rom and Aideen Bates own this gite. But it is not a business to them. It is their mission in life....to care for pilgrims.
More later...
Getting to the bottom of a mud slick tractor track was not too easy but very do able. It was there where today's first set of camino angels, a dad and two teenaged boys showed up.Théy looked at me oddly as they were walking the opposite direction. In that space between the languages where one manages to communicate the important things they broke the news. Wrong way. Way way wrong way.
We turned back up the muddy track and walked back to the origin of the error. Then on to St Martin where there is an amazing gite next to the church. Cold,hungry and tired we were welcomed into a house filled with antiques of all sizes. There were small toy cars and rideable toy cars. Elephant tusks and elaborately carved chairs. A French man cooked us wonderful soup and omelet and we visited with his two young daughters who spoke British English. Our spirits were warmed yet exhaustion overtook us. We took a cab.
We were dropped off at the train station. Across the street was gite Ultreia. Rom and Aideen Bates own this gite. But it is not a business to them. It is their mission in life....to care for pilgrims.
More later...
Monday, April 22, 2013
It's time to go...
In just a few minutes I will step out the door,
I am not physically, spiritually or emotionally prepared for this journey. Yet I feel this tremendous draw for a reason.
Things happen for a reason.
Saturday we went to my dad's. He is weak and fragile. I silently wondered if I would see him again. We planned to go to Mass at 8 am, have an early breakfast and get on back to Hermiston for another round of packing. We slept a little longer and made it to 10:30 Mass instead.
We didn't know what we were walking in to. There in Assumption Catholic Church was the Walla Walla Valley Academy String Orchestra, I believe a Seventh Day Adventist group ( with a Fazzari or two thrown in) They played the Catholic Mass perfectly. It was too beautiful to sing to, although Charlie tried though his tears.
We changed our plans a little. We were majorly blessed.
Stopped by the funeral home to pay respects to 93 year old Johnny Lyons who died this week. That wasn't in the plans. Got to see Jack, Alice, Jimmy and Gerald...missed Mike, Frank and Connie. Dear childhood playmates and schoolmates.
Struggles with the teenage boy have been more than trying. Tonight he was huggy and clingy and kept checking on me...unexpected.
Today will bring the unexpected. After a sleepess night and several tight connections, I will be in a place where I will need to rely on my own courage and the kindness of strangers.
I go.
bon voyage
bon chemin
I am not physically, spiritually or emotionally prepared for this journey. Yet I feel this tremendous draw for a reason.
Things happen for a reason.
Saturday we went to my dad's. He is weak and fragile. I silently wondered if I would see him again. We planned to go to Mass at 8 am, have an early breakfast and get on back to Hermiston for another round of packing. We slept a little longer and made it to 10:30 Mass instead.
We didn't know what we were walking in to. There in Assumption Catholic Church was the Walla Walla Valley Academy String Orchestra, I believe a Seventh Day Adventist group ( with a Fazzari or two thrown in) They played the Catholic Mass perfectly. It was too beautiful to sing to, although Charlie tried though his tears.
We changed our plans a little. We were majorly blessed.
Stopped by the funeral home to pay respects to 93 year old Johnny Lyons who died this week. That wasn't in the plans. Got to see Jack, Alice, Jimmy and Gerald...missed Mike, Frank and Connie. Dear childhood playmates and schoolmates.
Struggles with the teenage boy have been more than trying. Tonight he was huggy and clingy and kept checking on me...unexpected.
Today will bring the unexpected. After a sleepess night and several tight connections, I will be in a place where I will need to rely on my own courage and the kindness of strangers.
I go.
bon voyage
bon chemin
It's time to go...
In just a few minutes I will step out the door,
I am not physically, spiritually or emotionally prepared for this journey. Yet I feel this tremendous draw for a reason.
Things happen for a reason.
Saturday we went to my dad's. He is weak and fragile. I silently wondered if I would see him again. We planned to go to Mass at 8 am, have an early breakfast and get on back to Hermiston for another round of packing. We slept a little longer and made it to 10:30 Mass instead.
We didn't know what we were walking in to. There in Assumption Catholic Church was the Walla Walla Valley Academy String Orchestra, I believe a Seventh Day Adventist group ( with a Fazzari or two thrown in) They played the Catholic Mass perfectly. It was too beautiful to sing to, although Charlie tried though his tears.
We changed our plans a little. We were majorly blessed.
Stopped by the funeral home to pay respects to 93 year old Johnny Lyons who died this week. That wasn't in the plans. Got to see Jack, Alice, Jimmy and Gerald...missed Mike, Frank and Connie. Dear childhood playmates and schoolmates.
Struggles with the teenage boy have been more than trying. Tonight he was huggy and clingy and kept checking on me...unexpected.
Today will bring the unexpected. After a sleepess night and several tight connections, I will be in a place where I will need to rely on my own courage and the kindness of strangers.
I go.
bon voyage
bon chemin
I am not physically, spiritually or emotionally prepared for this journey. Yet I feel this tremendous draw for a reason.
Things happen for a reason.
Saturday we went to my dad's. He is weak and fragile. I silently wondered if I would see him again. We planned to go to Mass at 8 am, have an early breakfast and get on back to Hermiston for another round of packing. We slept a little longer and made it to 10:30 Mass instead.
We didn't know what we were walking in to. There in Assumption Catholic Church was the Walla Walla Valley Academy String Orchestra, I believe a Seventh Day Adventist group ( with a Fazzari or two thrown in) They played the Catholic Mass perfectly. It was too beautiful to sing to, although Charlie tried though his tears.
We changed our plans a little. We were majorly blessed.
Stopped by the funeral home to pay respects to 93 year old Johnny Lyons who died this week. That wasn't in the plans. Got to see Jack, Alice, Jimmy and Gerald...missed Mike, Frank and Connie. Dear childhood playmates and schoolmates.
Struggles with the teenage boy have been more than trying. Tonight he was huggy and clingy and kept checking on me...unexpected.
Today will bring the unexpected. After a sleepess night and several tight connections, I will be in a place where I will need to rely on my own courage and the kindness of strangers.
I go.
bon voyage
bon chemin
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