Saturday, June 2, waiting for my flight to Madrid and then the connection to Pamplona. Gina (who is in France right now) and I will meet tomorrow and figure out what the hell we're doing.
I showed up in Brussels last night 12 hours after my original arrival time. Beth and Luis had pizza and wine waiting for me, and a comfy bed in what is usually Luis' man cave. Their Serbian rescue puppy Buki, who is slowly overcoming his PTSD from agonies we can't imagine, gets slightly less afraid of me every time I visit.
But now I'm back at the airport, enjoying my Belgian beer and cramming on Camino wisdom.
I showed up in Brussels last night 12 hours after my original arrival time. Beth and Luis had pizza and wine waiting for me, and a comfy bed in what is usually Luis' man cave. Their Serbian rescue puppy Buki, who is slowly overcoming his PTSD from agonies we can't imagine, gets slightly less afraid of me every time I visit.
But now I'm back at the airport, enjoying my Belgian beer and cramming on Camino wisdom.
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