Resting at Last

Six days after boarding our replacement flight to France 🇫🇷 (our first one was cancelled as we were enroute to the airport to catch it,) Laura, Paula, and I are sitting in the shady, breezy, sun dappled grassy yard of a thirteenth century monastery populated by a few nuns and volunteers who have offered us something to eat, a place to wash our clothes, a midday snack, a home cooked meal later this evening, Mass in the ancient Church, a Pilgrim’s blessing, and a bed for the night—all for a goodwill donation.

Laura said she is going to mail them $4,000 when she gets home to the USA. Paula and I wearily smile and nod our heads.