Day of St. Michael

Oliver the German (that´s my name for him) told me a few days ago that he will walk each day for someone in need or someone close to him in his life. A couple days ago he told me he is walking for his brother Michael when we left to go to Estella...24 km for the day. Right before we got to Estella, Oliver stopped in his path and told me ´look...that old Catheral is named San Miguel, Spanish for St. Michael, must be a sight...I will take pictures and meet you in Estella!´

I wanted to give him some privacy so I trekked forward to our next stop. When I arrived at Estella, I decided to wait for him at the entrance. About 10 minutes later I saw Oliver in the distance with a glowing smile. Upon arrival he said ´you´re not going to believe this, when I got to the church, I decided to phone my brother Michael and told him that I was walking for him and I am standing in front of the church named San Miguel´ he continued ´my brother couldn´t believe it and told me that this is Day of St. Michael´

wow...coincedence?? I am a believer in the special way of St. James...things just don´t happen this way anywhere else in the world. I think Oliver also became a believer...

We checked into the hostel that evening and made a toast to his brother Michael...with La Cervace de San Miguel...fitting

Buen Camino!