Lost & Found....

I arrived at CDG this morning and went to pick up my bag. Why is it that you always have anxious moments when you are at baggage claim, holding your breath that the next bag that rolls off will be yours. What happens if it doesn't? 

Mine didn't. Thoughts start racing; what about the train I was supposed to catch, what about the hotel reservation I made just last night? Do I have any clothes, do I stay a unplanned day in Paris. I went to the baggage claim line and found good company of about 20 others in front of me. Someone who had just left the desk said that they left a container behind in NYC. I called a cute B&B I stayed in in Paris last year and got a room. When I got to the front of the line, the agent started to take my info and then announced the bag was here! She found it and I was back heading to the train station to go to Bordeaux.

I was here about a year ago on my way to start the Camino. When I got to Bordeaux, I was in line to buy my ticket to go to San Sebastian Spain tomorrow and  I met an Italian couple traveling to start the Camino... Sometimes it seems like life comes full circle. 

Dave

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