yesterday in roncesvalles, i bid adieu to handsome cedric, the group of 8 french that i kept running into over the past week and swiss jacqueline. as i waved them off in their taxi van, a bit of melancholy swept over me. not for long though. i hadn´t taken more than 3 steps when patrick from lille called me from his table at the cafe across the street where he was chilling with a beer.
your lives intersect with fellow pilgrims, you parachute into their private dramas, then just as quickly they are gone. while it may seem like a mere blip on the radar, they have left their mark just as you have left yours.
nice to see some things never change though. last night while laying in the monastery with some 125 other pilgrims, i fell slept to the thunderous rumble of surround-sound snores all culminating in a dramatic cadence!
patrick and i walked together through the mountains, landing in zubiri. how very strange to walk this familiar road a mere 10 months later yet with different players. i recall only too well sitting at the same cafe for breakfast where i met julia whom i will be visiting in a few weeks in barcelona. then stopping for lunch at the promontory with helga to breathe in the view. dangling my feet in the river at zubiri with julia and a few other pilgrims. same locale, different people and experiences. am appreciating every moment.
tomorrow will be a crazy day. pamplona awaits as i will hit it on the saturday of its week-long festival which includes the running of the bulls. i hear the city is in serious party mode!
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