Serendipity

Nine days and 81 or so miles ago, we stopped at a roadside bar/cafe for a Coke and coffee and croissant in the town of Vega de Sariego. A man was sitting outside the bar, having a bottle of sidra, pouring it from high up as is the custom. We exchanged hellos and he wished us a “Buen Camino!”

This morning we stopped at a bar/cafe in the town of Tapia de Casariego, the halfway point of today’s walk, for C&c (Coke & coffee). As we were leaving the cafe, I turned around, thinking maybe I should take a picture. And there was that same man, walking out of the bar we’d just left.

We looked at each other wide-eyed. “I saw you days ago at a bar near where I live!” he said. I asked if he was walking the camino. No, he was simply visiting the beaches near Tapia with friends this weekend. He spoke good English, and asked, “What is that word? Serendipity?”

Later today we walked with D’Mari from Flagstaff, who grew up in College Station and Waco; she’s also lived in Beaumont, Boerne and San Marcos TX. Lots of serendipity on the camino today.Baca lagi