We’ve had a good run for our money weather wise…until today. Warm steady rain became windy, cold rain as we ferried across the river.
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Directions read, “Accommodation L‘Église St-Thomas d’Aquin Church in basement.” It’s didn’t read the “whole” basement which allowed one or two persons per room.
We had been like young siblings sharing a room. Sharing fostered connections. It was amazing the privacy shown to others nightly in our room for five.
Shades of pink…
Roads signs on road walk.
How many dozens of turtle sightings equaled one moose sighting? Don’t know until I sight the first moose.
But of course, stick to the road and walk on.
All the signs for tears were there. Shoulders heaving. Nose sniffing. Hands yanking. Danielle was distraught having misplaced a borrowed carabiner. The carabiner wasn’t necessary for the walk. It was more a gadget than hiking equipment. The cause of Danielle genuine distress was she had misplaced something that wasn’t hers.
For me it was a trifling thing to no longer have…a few less grams to carry. Covid or not, I put my arms around her and hugged.
Danielle’s disappointment for misplacing the carabiner far exceeded its value. The incident allowed me to sense her deep regard for me. I’m honored.
Carabiner FOUND hours later. Now tears of joy.
Open air Our Lady of Lourdes Sanctuary was set into the face of the hill. Our accommodation was a repurposed basement storage room. Our stay took the atmosphere of camping rough.
Camping rough. Don’t breath deeply.
Abodes that caught the eye.
Made me look twice….
Linda Scandore 