My bag is not at the hotel.This nice desk lady called Jacotrans. They will call her back shortly. I was afraid there might be a problem since I jumped ahead so far. I had fallen asleep on the train. Nearly missed my stop. Jumped up and ran off right before it started moving. My hiking poles are still on the train. I could cry. These are the kinds of things that happen when I need a rest day. I did not call Jacotrans about long-distance transport because I was so tired.
Jacotrans will get it here tomorrow for sixty euros. The man at the desk says too much.
And it’s Sunday. That means only the Pilgrim shop is open. I’m going to see about buying clothes…
The staff has worked very hard to retrieve my bags at a reasonable cost. I’m going to give the desk people a good tip for working so hard to help me.
The good news is, I now have wine. And a little snack came with it.
And I’m in a large town. There will be an outfitter store to replace my sticks.
The dining room is now open. What a day! Furthermore, as my nurse boss once said, “Nobody died”.
It’s so great to be in a place where people are nice, as has been my experience throughout this journey.