"Did You See Jesus?´"

"Did you see Jesus?" said Damion, and then Mags said " Oh ya, he was there this morn´in, help´n people. He was ware´in sandals" Kyle and I said "no we didnt see him. Then they said "Oh yeah, he was there, helpin people on with their backpacks; He¨s from Canada; You didnt see him!"

These are the people we are seeing, meeting. Like every other time in our lives some people are just easier to get close to.

So, we have Ray, the big American, Ive heard raised menonite, with the massive pack; we have not seen him.

Then, Damion-o(as we just recently started calling him) and Mags who are from Ireland. When Kyle was explaning why he thought it would be cool to work for Google in Dublin because they have Beer Fridays, Damion said ¨"Only Fridays? What about the other days? Thats Fvghv/d up. Screw Google! Who would want to work there?

Then, Annalee, the Swedish weather reporter who also turned 50 this year. she wants to go to Perpignan. Maybe the same time as us. I think shes hurting too.

The Swedish people got their luggage. Mother and daughter. I like them both. Daughter is Moa and mother is Kaisha. Not sure about spelling. Very cool. Pretty girl and cool mom.

For Linda and Kyle, We have covered like 40 miles over mountain in rain and lots of mud. We walked our asses off, literally, to make it in time for the wine tour. The importer said that they close at 3,30 so we were in Obanos by 1,30. Only to find that they thought it "would be difficult today, could we come at 8am tommorrow?". My feet will show them difficult to do today. Oh well, lots of wine in the world.

So I skipped ahead. Yesterday, I hurt so bad. I didnt want to walk but there was no choice. We headed for Pamplona. Kyle was having a hard time slowing down for me. I was having a hard time rolling over in my sleeping bag! My hip hurt so bad that it was hard to make my leg take a step. We split up, Kyle went ahead to book us a place to sleep. I struggled; really struggled. Then I was marching in the mud bog that is "the camino" and an old Spanish guy with his wife in tow yelled up to me from below. in Spanish of course, but he was older and i was raised to respect my elders, so I understood him to say something like "stupid girl, come down from there! get down here closer to the river and off that muudy hillside" So I sat on my ass and slid down the hillside and followed him and his wife until I saw the yellow camino arrows there next to the river on dry level ground. I followed my own camino all the way to Pamplona, My feet hurt because i have blisters between my toes. Actually it feels like i have a testicule between my little toe and the next on both feet. Its better today.

So

all for now, someone is waiting for the only computer. my bunk, is ready and we do another 12 miles in the am.