My Camino: Day 29 – This Is Making Me Sick

Well this sucks to high heaven.

There I was enjoying my little stroll here on the Camino Frances about 30 miles from Santiago de Compostela, enjoying a great conversation with George and Mark, a couple from Cape Cod, when all of a sudden I needed alone time.

Like now!

Like, not to be rude, but I need you to leave me alone right now because …..

Barffff

Right there on the holiest of holy trails.

Yep, I puked my brains out on The Way.

Lucky for me, my wonderful husband is here along for the adventure IN A CAR!!!!

“Lou, I need you to find me on Find Friends, and get me right now, I’m really sick!”

“Be there in a flash.”

And he was. As he always is! He’s always there for me. He’s always there for our family – and I couldn’t be happier.

Lou has become a bit of a celebrity here on the Camino. When I introduce myself to people, invariably I’m asked, “Oh, is your husband the one who’s driving the Camino?”

Figures, I’m walking the walk and he’s cruising the trail in a Mercedes, and he’s the talk of the walk.

And I’m so glad he’s here.

Who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t come to my rescue. Within minutes he picked me up, got me to a hotel, and I was in bed – sleeping off a case of food poisoning, or a 24-hour Camino bug. I’m sure it was one of things in life that happen just to keep me from getting too cocky and too excited that I’m sooooo flippin close to the end.