[This one is for Terry]

I met Theresa on Sunday september 3rd in St. Jean Pied de Port; the day before. She was in a wine bar and I was so desperately nervous that - out of the blue - I asked her to join me for a drink.

Within four minutes she confessed that for her too it was the day before and that she was so desperately nervous that she had to accept.

One week later, after 133 kilometers, Sunday again, fiesta in the small city of Viana. Standing in a crowded coffee house I suddenly felt two arms around me and a voice said in my ear: "What does it take for a little girl to get a drink around here?".

In that bar she gave me a small gift: three little golden feet. She got them from a friend to pass them on. I carried these happy feet from Viana all the way to the ocean and back home.

Last week I had dinner with L. who's gonna walk the camino, told her the history of the happy feet and gave them to her. May the feet guide her on the way.

Good bye little feet, thank you for being with me so many miles.

Buen camino!

Gaviota