I managed to leave my coin purse behind twice, my walking sticks once and phone once. All were retrieved. I had another child for a moment. Some guy from Denmark at refugio in Zubiri thought Twyla was my daughter. I found a house for sale on the Camino that would make a lovely getaway but never figured out how much. Gorgeous balcony and view. Estate looking. I figured out my tattoo. It’s gonna be a yellow butterfly and a beatle bug. On my foot. The check-in clerk at Tres Reyes Hotel in Pamplona said “oh your luggage was transported “. I said “sort of”....if you call shopping totes stuffed with clothes luggage! I was given bottom bunks all the time. But the best was at F&G Hotel in Logrono when I asked if they have laundry service. I brought our dirty clothes down in the hotel laundry bag (filled to the brim). The clerk needs to work on his poker face. He was very surprised to be handed it. He got out the word “wash?”. I said yes and we would like it for 2 the next day. 34 euros later! Dry cleaning prices for sure.
Twyla is a real bad-ass Camino pilgrim. She did multiple “death marches” and always was ready and willing to continue down the path. The days in France were wonderful and the Camino day’s were agony and ecstasy. The Running of the Bulls was thrilling. All in all a Buen Camino. Thanks Twyla!
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