This morning Bernie and I had a teary farewell and I waved her and Alvira off into a day of nasty weather. I would have swapped that day in a heart beat if I could.
Istvan collected Beate who is comig with me to Madrid and I and took us to his pension to wait until it was time to go back to the train station in Pamplona. As we drove away from Burguete we listened to the music of our dear friend Peter Manchon and I surrendered to the tears as I watched the pilgrims walking over some familiar paths that I had so recently envisaged myself on. How quickly things can change in our lives.
We arrived at the train station and Beate found a wheelchair and the bar. Things were looking up. The platform supervisor scurried up to us saying something about his wheelchair and we realized we probably shouldn't have just taken it. He was lovely and went about organising assistance for me at both Pamplona and Madrid stations. It's quite an adventure being hoisted up on a lift onto a train and the service has been fantastic. The train to Madrid took 3 1/2 hours and I enjoyed sitting and watching the beautiful scenery wiz by.
Our accommodation in Madrid is central, modern and very comfortable. We had a very nice buffet dinner and there were about 20 older Germans who are on a tour. They were all gorgeous and wanted to chat. Most of them spoke very good English and so now it turns out Beate and I are going to be on the same bus tour of the city tomorrow. I never saw that coming.....walking the Camino suddenly morphed into a bus tour of Madrid with the German pensioners. Life is just so full of little surprises and I'm wondering what's coming next especially as Beate has organized another wheelchair for the next couple of days. .......oh well here goes.
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