“Sarah Quigley?”

“What do you mean, ‘Sarah Quigley’?”

“Sarah Quigley is on the Camino”
“Is she? I didn’t know”
“You said she was”
“No I didn’t ”
“You said, ‘There’s Sarah Quigley ‘”
“I said, ‘There’s Zariquiegui’! That town ahead. There”

“By the way, I meant to ask you, ….. ”
“No!”
“No?”
“No!”
“Oh? OK”

“Hey. You sound Irish”
“Yes”
“Thought I recognised the accent. I was just talking to that horse. Last time I talked to a horse, he broke out of the field and followed me for three miles. I had to bring him all the way back”
“Right so”

“Oy’ve jast ad lanch “. (That’s an Australian accent. Maybe I should forget that and you can do the accent yourself.
“I’ve just had lunch and i’ve done enough walking for today. I’m staying put”.

Ah yes. It’s not all deep soul searching, you know. There’s still time for the simple things in life. Meanwhile, we hiked 32 km’s today. Uphill and down dale. More uphill actually. It’s our march towards heaven. Oh by the way, on passing today’s high point at Alto del Perdón, we were pardoned for all our sins, not just to date, but for the rest of the Camino. In case we die on the way, it seems. Yippee!! That’s a load off my mind.

Fed and watered in a wonderful,old stone building Albergue in Cirauqui. Off to bed.