Chapter 7: The Spiritual Fog

Besieged by gnats, I fight like a boxer to keep branches off of my face. Barbie gets a blister pillow. The Pope signs an autograph. I find myself wearing a fake beard. Yay! Day 3!

The couple referred to me through my underground pilgrim railroad meets me in front of the Arles’ office de tourisme. I’m not hard to spot with my red backpack and the pilgrim’s shell on my hat. The elderly couple greet me and clear a space in the back of their modest car. As we drive along, they discuss casual personal matters between themselves. I loo…