Kelly, my beloved Camino de Santiago walking partner came over for dinner last night.  My Rebecca was off to a girlfriend’s to watch the Oscars, she knows that I am absolutely zero fun at that.  But she said before she left, “Why don’t you call Kelly and see what he’s up to.”

Yea so, Kelly drove over, he is about ten minutes away.  We managed to put together a good meal, drank some wine, called Mary Margaret and generally had a good time.  We talked about the almost undefeated Gonzaga basketball team, tomatoes and of course the Camino.  It never fails that when we get together one of us will say, “I think of it everyday.”

What can I say about dear Kelly?  He was and is my perfect walking partner.  And not particularly because we are good walkers.  It is the chemistry that we are able to conjure up that is the magic.  Rebecca this morning at breakfast said to me that she and I missed our Winnie the Poo date last night.  She has been reading it to me outloud over the past week.   And after thinking on that I replied that Kelly and I can live our own version of  Winnie the Poo no problem so I really didn’t miss anything last night.  We just seem to pick it up where we left it last as we did it in Spain day and night, uphill and downhill, rain or shine.    Thanks Kelly, you are irreplaceable.

Yup, have to go.  Monday walk in a few minutes.  Later alligator, love, Felipe.