isobelmtl

Writing under a Montreal sky

The pilgrims were lively last night!

Ok the bin of empty wine bottles was pretty full at the end of the evening! Salsa dancing was taught! The noise level was tremendous and much food consumed. Just when I took my courage in both hands and gently suggested bed time ( like the good granny that I am) a “ priest” in full robes and a ratty dog-collar hurried in. He rushed across the street to pick up his huge backpack which had been delivered to the bar.

As I attempted to hustle the merrymakers off to bed he announced that he had to cook a dozen eggs. It’s Lent, after all, and he is fasting. No meat or fish! He was assigned a room all to himself so I asked that he rearrange his considerable luggage up there. The eggs were ready but no he must make a concoction of the water they were cooked in, lemon juice, fat from a jar and sugar. By this time it was almost 11 -an hour past lights out! Granny lost her cool and started to haul his bags and baggage upstairs – much to his annoyance. Just then a straggler pilgrim asked if I needed help with” this guy” why? “ oh, I saw him on action in another village on the Camino! “

By this time he had already informed me that China told Russia to invade Ukraine because there is a secret weapon of war there, that chem trails cause climate change and that he was a missionary in Ukraine!

The look of exhaustion on my partners face inspired my severe “ get upstairs immediately”

He gathered up his robes and with a haughty “. I thought you were a kind lady. What is your belief ? “ he scuttled upstairs.

Just as I was heaving a sigh of relief and turning off the lights..,, a timid tap on the kitchen window and a plaintive “ Isobel” . The door to the yard had been locked for an hour already! The only American pilgrim had scaled the wall to get in narrowly avoiding a steep flight of steps to the bicycle storage. “Off to bed with you!” A sheepish smile and a blown kiss was his reply.

The next day the priest had to be dragged out by the formidable Anna.

A cup of coffee and a swift mop of the floor and all is well with the world.

Cherry blossoms coming along
I will lift up my eyes to the hills…

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3 responses to “Fiesta and …, calm”

  1. Masha Avatar
    Masha

    Good for you, Isobel! Priestly robes should not be camouflage for obnoxious behaviour!

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  2. georgeshebert Avatar
    georgeshebert

    Such beautiful pictures and such experiences. I would bet you that that so called priest was no priest at all. I think you were a saint to deal with him. Long live saints and down with arrogant, entitled priests.🙏 The food looks spectacular. What a preparation!

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  3. isobel cunningham Avatar

    The pilgrims make their own food!

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