Last bridge crossing to Montréal Island. Finally our destination Saint Joseph’s Oratory was on the horizon.
Lights out found us at St-Maxine Church Presbytery. We were in stitches talking about memories we would remember. Isn’t it the case, the worst always comes to mind first? It’s not long before talk turned to the best. Respect and unity of effort made for nice take-homes without adding weight to our packs.
Up close and personal.
Packs with and without people.
Winding down the Camino with a little bit of country walking and lots of city walking.
Presbytery provided tonight’s accommodation plus a hair dryer for clothes and wet shoes. For me, I stuffed newspapers in my shoes and set them close to the rear of the refrigerator where the motor put off heat. The shoes gently dried in a few hours. Save the hair drier for a hair salons!
We had to make do with the National Park’s rest room for a wardrobe change. For the past hour, I kept thinking of my down jacket as the perfect added layer. Finally I was able to peel off soaked gloves, a drenched rain jacket, a damp wind jacket and add the down jacket. Just right. Onward march!
Two people opted for a taxi while three of us enjoyed a steady pace through the park.
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…
Linda Scandore 