When I got up on Thursday morning and was ready to head out low and behold my boots were gone! Now mind you over the past 8 months or so I have tried on countless pairs of boots and bought and returned 5 pair before finding a pair that fit my fat feet comfortably! Sitting right next to where I had left mine were a similar pair even having the same inserts mine had, but not mine. After searching the room for mine they weren't there! So I eventually set off in this other pair, about a half to a size smaller. A very uncomfortable walk yesterday. Along the way I mention what happened to a few friends.
About 3 in the afternoon while I was taking a break resting my weary feet and had finally come to the realization that maybe I had a lesson in detachment to learn a friend came up and said he thought he knew who had my boots! Another friend of ours had started out early and didn't realize until about an hour latter he had the wrong boots on. Tom (friend number 1) told him he thought he knew who had his boots and realized where I was rushed ahead about an hour in order to catch up with me.
Oh NO!!!!!! your prayer rope!!!!!!!!!!! did you find it? rita
ReplyDeleteCan I send you one?!?! :)
ReplyDeleteNext time, fill your boots with the dye packs the banks use during robberies...then look for "the blue legs" the next day! Have fun and be safe.
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Hi Moses. Here it is, January 2015, and while I was out jogging this morning I thought of you and the "boots" episode. Helping to put you back in your rightful boots is one of my fondest memories of the Camino. I hope you had the best Christmas!
ReplyDeleteTom Fleming