Hola! The dust of the now red soil clings to our boots. The temperature has dropped and the workers seem frantic to harvest. We pause to visit the 12th century capital of the kingdom of Navarre--the cave in the Monesterio Santa Marie de la Real. The virgin, the bell, and the lily remind us of the legend that Don Gracia, son of Sancho The Great. He followed his hunting falcon into this very cave and came upon a statue of Madre Maria. We are caught up in the intrigue. • They are from Vancouver, Canada. Last night Dad mentions he misses cereal--his favourite is Cornflakes. This morning they pop their head into our dorm, "Hey, Ray--we have a part bag of cornflakes in our backpack and milk in the fridge--want it?" Your Dad's face lights up. An unexpected blessing. • He runs a family restaurant in Ventosa. Forty pilgrims simultaneously show up to partake in a meal. He rushes from table to table taking orders and shouting back into the kitchen. All is chaos. A young boy rides in on a wooden sword. Clearly it is his trusty steed. Amid the rush our host pauses--kisses his head--and hoists him onto a stool. His son. We all leave satisfied with our meal and in spirit. • Revisit. Our South Korean friend has caught up. She happened into a sketchy hostel and is covered with bed bug bites. Our Albergue is full, but they find her a spot on the floor. Our Camino family offers treatment advice. We are so thankful tonight. For the first time we have cots rather than bunks. Smiles all around. You Are Always in My Prayers. Love Mom.
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