So tonight we wandered across the road to the busiest pilgrims restaurant and after a couple of drinks ordered dinner. All was well until my return trip from the bathroom… When I mistook a step for a slope and fell… Smack… Hard on my knees on the marble floor.
You could almost hear the sharp intake of breath… The collective thought… Oh no 19 kilometres out and smashed knees.
The folks from the surrounding tables rushed over… All French including the hacker from last night… Lucky I could understand them!
You could also hear the collective sigh of relief when folks realised all was well. I got back to my chair and convinced everyone I was fine… And then the three of us fell about laughing.
Teresa and pam said… Colleen we let you out of our sight for just a few moments and look what you do… How can we hand you back damaged… We’ll have to explain to Gerry!
Back now in the albergue and Tom the Canadian calls across to the girls… Colleen is not in her bed… Should we be worried… And again every one bursts into a fit of giggles. This is all because Gerry said I could not do the camino because I needed a grown up with me at all times!
19 kilometres to go and still so much could happen… Keep me safe Saint James… I’m coming to see you tomorrow!