I took a few nice pictures today but haven’t managed yet to connect the phone to the internet or to send them buy different means to my laptop. So this will be a picture-less blog entry …

Someone told me a story about the pilgrimages to Lourdes. Apparently, there are two big ones: one by the gypsies, the other by soldiers. Both are attended by tens of thousands of people.

At the international soldiers’ pilgrimage, tens of thousands of soldiers from around they world ‘occupy’ Lourdes. Traditionally, they swap their shirts, uniforms, hats, shoulder pieces until it is impossible to say which country they came from by just looking at their uniforms.

When I heard that story I thought: what would happen if a war broke out? I’d say they wouldn’t fight. No more fights.

Pádraig this morning went onto a trip into the Pyrennaes, in a specially adapted bus with a lift, to visit an eight hundred year old church and. We had a picnic and arrived back in Lourdes exhausted. There are so many different, brilliant things that happened here in Lourdes, every day, so far.

I find it hard to keep my eyes open, so’ll I finish here., good fudge…