I got today to run around and get things ready for the weekend. Five days of fun with Annie and Carol with a trip to Victoria and a trip to San Diego. Flying back from SD on Wednesday morning and treatment at the hospital that afternoon. I’m getting tired just thinking about it. Anyway I have today to scurry around and prepare. Don’t forget the passports Felipe!

Will try and keep you supplied with pix of events. Mostly all this is about capturing some more footage for use with the new hour long version of Phil’s Camino. It is being prepared for European TV which has hour long programming. But we will see it too, somehow. The details are not worked out yet or I don’t know them anyway. Just a pretty face.

Barometer is way up and I’m seeing blue sky out. We have two long boat rides tomorrow to Canada. The weather should be good. It’s three hours each way so we will have plenty of time for catching up.

Now, we have time to look at Pilgrim Beatitude number five. But first maybe I could describe the locale of the little church where these came from. Kelly and I walked off the Camino to get to this hill. It was no more than five kilometers. And the church was on top of this hill nestled in a forest of hardwood trees. The trees weren’t close together but maybe 20-30 feet apart. It was shady but not crowded. One could imagine groups of people conversing or horses tied up here and there. There was not road up there nor was there a parking lot. Just a beautiful church in a grove of trees.

Now when I am visiting places like the old missions in California I try to envision the grounds without the cars and parking. What if you just filtered through the shady trees to get there? It is a totally different feel.

BLESSED ARE YOU PILGRIM, IF YOUR KNAPSACK IS EMPTYING OF THINGS AND YOUR HEART DOES NOT KNOW WHERE TO HANG UP SO MANY FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS.

This is a good one isn’t it? Part of you emptied out and part was so full that you could barely function. I remember laughing and crying at the same time unable to let things out fast enough. I remember so much beauty and not knowing where to put it all. I was overwhelmed frequently, often and usually.
Ahh! Are we going back? Just a thought.

OK, I am going to take a minute and see if I can find some pix of that Knights Templar church and the nun sweeping. Mary Margaret remembers the name of the place. Sometimes names and places just disappear and the event is carried in the mist of the overall experience. That happened to me a lot.

OK, we are golden! Time to go. Maybe they have wifi on the boat and I can write from there tomorrow. Love you guys, Felipe.