Day 21f: Faux-refuge in the Foyer of Finance … (05/05/2019)
It took a bit of time to get there, and yet the walk to Sanceboz was smooth (that being, as smooth as my hobbling gait would allow) and uneventful. Evening was beginning to set in upon my arrival into town, and three different residents thereof each independently told me to ask for pilgrim’s lodging at the local evangelical pastor’s home. I found the homestead with little difficulty, and yet to my slight dismay no one was there at the time. I walk-limped up the road thereafter to the evangelical church itself (I saw its steeple in the distance) and yet — true to form for the entirety of The Walk (during which only a single protestant church offered me assistance along the way) — it was already shut up tight for the night. So I returned the way I had come and decided to bed down that evening in the lobby of a local Raiffeisen bank. Even though sleep was hard won therein (every time I rolled over a motion sensor turned on the lights and opened the sliding lass doors to the cold), very few people came in to use the money machines that night and those who did apparently chose to honor the note of salutation* I had written in French and taped to the wall above my snoozing head … 😀
“Hope wishes something Good would happen …
Faith believes that something Good will happen …
Courage ensures that something Good happens.”
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*In more than halting French, my makeshift sign said:
“Good Evening!
I am a pilgrim and I am walking without money all the way to the United States for Peace, Love, and Compassion. I am tired and just want to rest here a bit for the night …
Thank you & Peace.”
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