Three days ago in Triacatela

I forgot to mention just a tiny little story the night we stayed in Triacastela...Yvonne and I went into the little village to eat pasta. It turned out where we were sitting was in full view of all the pilgrim´s who were entering the village for the night and the one´s passing thru. We spent much of our time saying ¨Hello, we were wondering where you were¨ along with hugging and saying, ¨Buen Camino.¨

After all the visiting was done and we were headed back to our Albergue there were four little boys´(ages 8 & 9 maybe) who were playing soccer in the road where we needed to pass. I just mentioned to Yvonne, ¨I´d love to grab the ball away from them but I´m too tired.¨ I didn´t think she heard me because in the next second she said, ¨AriZona, grab the ball!¨ I was already laughing and grabbed the ball from one of the little boys´ before they knew what was happening. They too acted just as fast. We were all laughing trying to keep the ball away from each other. One of the little boys´ was sitting on a stoop and suddenly I grabbed the ball away from him as well. Tossing the ball above their heads while they kept their tosses below, they were clever. After a few minutes we said, ¨Adios.¨