Lost Passports

Some say the Camino dictates your pace, not you. I think we must have been going too fast. We had ridden hard to get to a town with some statues. There was one with a pilgrim sitting meditating over lunch. And then one reputed to be a statue of a pilgrim doing an impression of Darth Vader.

It was when we finally found Vader we discovered the force was not with us. We had left our Pilgrim Passports on a church bench back in Fromista. Well, when I say we I mean someone. But no-one was up to confessing. Lost passports. All we need. You won’t get into heaven without it.

A Pilgrim without a passport?

You are not a Pilgrim without your passport. Which of course means an extra 16 km to retrieve them. Well, not for everyone. Just Dad. Not that he was the sinner who left them behind. Just the one who must pay the pennance.

Oh well. That should put us back on Camino time. It must be part of a bigger plan for us, mustn’t it? Or at least for me.