Worries and doggies.

It seems I've no choice but to find €45 this night in the Kloster Frauenberg however on the positive side my last two nights were with Steffi and Mike so my allowance for Germany is still workable ... If only not everywhere is so expensive. The price difference in Germany is proportional to the distance it is from Santiago I am sure. It nearly worked that I was going to stay with a private individual who is part of the association running Fulda's Jakobsweg towards Frankfurt, but she isn't around until 8 PM and hasn't had a chance to clean the space. It's fate. I fought it a while, but I know the Camino will balance itself out from the moment I stumble on the path?

It's definitely time to be horizontal and peaceful a while as I cool off from the steep incline that brings on to the Franzikaner Gasthaus at Frauenberg Kloster? 

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I didn't really go to Lala land with so many differing emotions. Mainly I was relieved to be somewhere warm and dry, but I was fearful of what may lie ahead. It's sometimes difficult to turn off this voice! Luckily, as I left the monastery and walked down the steep cobbled way, coming the other way was a lean young looking Weimaraner to bring me back to here. As always I'm brought to the present with the deep knowing that a Snoopy sized space is forevermore missing from my life. There now lies Lola and, although I'm lost without him, I'm found by her side and tranquil, but why are my eyes filling? Maybe the red onion in this evening's meal has brought forth tears? I don't understand how that other long gone dog still puts in an appearance when I most need it. It's a symbol I can read clearly whenever I need a inspiration. So I put my trust in whatever is around the next corner.