My day was totally made by the most fantastic French woman named Veronique. She taught me about the birds along the Camino, taught me the name for "poppy" in a few different languages (the red flowers grow wild all along the Camino.) Then tonight in Belorado, when we visited the cathedral and discovered that the acoustics were amazing, she sang Edith Piaf's La Vie En Rose, because I had told her earlier that it was my favorite song. It was the first time that Lauren and Ron had ever heard the song, and I don't think it could have been more perfect. After all that, she said that I had made her so happy today, that I had blessed her. I'm not sure what I possibly could have done, but Veronique has magic in her. She made everything beautiful.