Adventures and missing adventures!

No, we have not fallen off the edge of the world, but we have left Iceland (and my pink walking shoes) flown to Paris,

Luggage for a year for two, waiting for our train at Gare de Lyon
 to catch a train to Montpellier. Doug and Carol treated us like royalty, even though we had brought the rain with us. And then yesterday, we left Montpellier (and our passports) and took the train to Barcelona. We had been on the train for two hours when I opened a small pouch to retrieve my earphones to listen to the dialog on the TV. And there,much to my surprise, was one passport only, Les' Canadian passport. My stomach fell out and we started sorting out where else the passports could be. Several phone calls and texts to and from Doug, and he located the passports......neatly locked away in the suitcase we had left at the apt. And then to work out where to have it sent.  By this time, we are waiting outside our AirB&B in Barcelona and our hostess was nowhere in sight. The café nearby had wifi, so I was able to confirm that the DHL at the airport was the only sure pickup for us. Meanwhile, Doug and Carol are driving to the DHL in Montpellier and texts, emails and phone calls back and forth.  Thanks to their quick action, the passports arrived at the airport at 7:30am and we picked them up at 11:30am, 24 hours after we had discovered they were missing. Whew!

We'll be back to the aiport tomorrow to fly to Santiago.
Oh, and the hotel in Iceland found my shoes and are mailing them to Montpellier. I have NEVER lost anything (does underwear on the camino count?) so we realize that the last month had really been tiring. And the hospitality we received in Montpellier had us lulled into a very relaxed state. Note to self: never pack after a two hour lunch ;-)
Doesn't it look marvy?