An Appeal for Help (by Laura)
Hi, everybody!
Hamsa (aka Gulliver Hamsa Nye) and I are still in Finisterre! I would have liked to have returned to the Camino by now, but Hamsa is feeling kinda sickly. Nothing major, just the creeping crud. But its hard to slog a pack around the countryside when you feel like crap, no matter how much of your stuff your mom is carrying for you. Not that I´m complaining… much.
Our friend Cristobal left today with the dogs to head up toward Muxia. There are some fine beaches along the way, so he plans to sleep on one of them tonight. I wish him all the best!
So, I need some help from any and all of you who live in the USA: please contact Michael and/or Sarah Beth for us! They aren´t answering any of our emails! ACK! We need Mike to bring a few things for us with him when he flies over here. I´ve sent him a detailed list via email, and Sarah Beth too, several times, but… no reply at all. There´s no reply at all. For heaven´s sake, dont make me break into my best Phil Collins impersonation. Or my worst. Actually, they´re indistinguishable. So, yeah. Help.
I don´t know that I should post their digits on a website, so if you have their phone numbers, for the love of all that´s right in the world (and the poor Spaniards around me who really don´t want to hear me singing Genesis´ lyrics) please call them and harass them until they read my emails and email me back!
I´m heading back to our alburgue now. It´s so awesome there. I love the Swiss lady, Maria Louisa, who owns the place. She is delightful. I have some yummy local cheese and bread waiting for me there. I gotta tell ya, prices in Galicia are the bomb! I have been pigging out for pennies, and I can even afford to feed my bottomless pit of a teenager. He especially appreciates the Toblerone bars for 50 cents each. I like the giant ring of whole grain bread for €1. And I like how when you ask for o.j. you always get fresh-squeezed! But I don´t like how every time, every freaking time, I order a salad it comes with tuna on top! I say “sin atoon” but it doesn´t matter. If you´re in Spain, you´re getting tuna on your dang salad whether you like it or not!
So now I just order hot chocolate instead. In a cup, not on a salad.
Call Mike now. Or I will send you a beautiful, fresh green salad covered in yucky tuna. You´ve been warned.
Love you!
Tags: 1, Camino de Santiago, Hamsa, Spain, Walking
Laura
Hey…I’ve got ya! I talked with Mom and Dad today. My Dad told me he got your e-mails recently. They also got the package for you and we will be meeting up so I can give them the shoes…I just got your package in the mail yesterday. I got your e-mail and will be going to the post office on Mon. and will give you the info. I also will mail off the letter you asked me to mail when I am there. I will be taking the other paperwork to the doc in the box place tomorrow.
Sorry, I’ve been chasing some job leads recently…so I’ve been a little preoccupied. But all is well and all will be taken care of very soon. 🙂 Sleep soundly…
Love and miss you both!!!
BTW…I did e-mail you back about the earlier message. I just didn’t get the last one until two days ago. I will be more intentional from now on about checking my e-mail every day or two…and making sure I respond right when I get it.
Sorry about the stress honey.
Give Hamsa a big hug for me and tell him to give you one right back from me too! 🙂
hi laura,
It sounds like you have things under contol but if you need help let me know.
Greg
Laura, I received your e-mail and will bring to you the sandals and the monbolo (spelling?) that Hamsa wants. Our Sunday school class and Jeanie and I are praying for you both. Glad you are both having a wonderful adventure. Looking forward to seeing you in Italy. God bless you both, Mike
Hi,
Hope all is well with you and Hamsa. I can not help but think that much anxiety and the unnecessary quotation of Genesis lyrics could have been avoided if I insisted on you borrowing my extra phone. Assertiveness has never been one of my strongpoint so if you can recommend any courses on that subject matter let me know.