About a week ago , just out of Portmarin after the 88 km mark, Morgan lost the dog tags he has been carrying for Age.
To say he was devastated and upset would be the understatement of the world.
I blogged last night that a Portugese guy contacted me via email to say he had found them ( I am so glad I am so visible on the internet!) We had planned to meet up in Santiago during the week next week.. but that was not to be.
A per my normal morning ritual - so that I don't gt stressed out that the kids are not ready and packed in the mornings as the aught to be... I go and have a coffee in a bar nearby and allow them to get themselves up. It works alot better for my stress than to lose my mind at them every day... but I digress.
Here I am, sitting at a bar, as one does, facing the street - where Pilgrims pass by on their way to Santiago; and I notice a guy with a walking pole. He is joined by a group and they are very obviously a walking group. I think "hmm wouldn't that be funny if that was Jose?"... and it was. .he walked up to me and asked me if I were Annie.. we laughed and cried, hugged and shouted.
The entire group came over and we had photos taken. he reverently gave me back the tags; and I'm not too ashamed to say I cried - ALOT.
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