Reading Joyce Rupp’s book is really a joy.  She must have done  some heavy journaling as she traveled.   The book has so many rememberances of all flavors and varieties.  And as you read each one of her remembrances it has some equalivantent in your experience.   But you probably forgot about it because you didn’t write it down the same day that it happened.   Pretty fun process for the forgetful.

It stirred up a memory of an awkward moment that happened recently on My Camino after Spain.  One that I haven’t talked about on the blog.  You know I forgot about it.  My Rebecca and I were at SeaTac Airport headed for security for the flight to Austin.  This was in March and we were going to The South by Southwest Film Festival for the world premier of Phil’s Camino.

I was ahead of Rebecca slightly and I was behind a lady who cut the corner to sharply around the first pylon of the security maze.  She had a rollie bag and it got caught and the resulting physics caused her to start to fall.  And not thinking, just reacting, I made a grab for her to stave off an injury.  And such improvisation didn’t lead me to touch  her in exactly the right places.   Talk about TSA!  My immediate thought was, “Oh boy, now what?”  But she was gracious and thankful but an awkward situation none the less.

But that ackwardness lead to laughter and a conversation as we worked our way forward.   And what a good sport she was and yes she has walked the Camino.   We can’t help ourselves, right?  So, a most memorable moment that I have forgotten about.

Yup, that’s how it goes for us Caminoheads, never a dull moment.  OK, Mother’s Day tomorrow, don’t forget that.  Trip and fall loves, Felipe.