I want to get outside as it is beautiful. It is Labor Day, a holiday here in the States. It makes for a long weekend and sort of the end of the summer season. So shortie post today but a goodie. By the way a message from Australia from Grace that Spring is there and she is taking her first swim in the ocean. We are just one plane ticket away!

I just wanted to relate a little story about a little piece of soap. Yea. One day at some nameless albergue (hostel) I had used the toilet and was at the sinks to wash my hands and was looking for the soap dispenser on the wall since I hadn’t bothered to bring my kit in. No dispenser, no soap, oh darn.

Sometimes along the Camino things happen in such little ways at times that normally would seem little or empty or sparse or just plain ordinary and easy to overlook as anything meaningful. Anyway, there were four sinks in a row and on one I spied something tiny. Look at that, a piece of soap that someone left just for me! It was the size of my littlest finger nail. And I washed my hands carefully with that little piece of soap and look there is still some left for someone else. Just the littlest, tiniest of miracles.

Looks like Matthew, me, Laura and Anamaria figuring something out, no small thing.