We got as far as Atlanta

It is the eleventh hour of our twenty-hour Atlanta layover. We spent much of it getting our Madrid boarding passes, getting to a hotel, and sleeping.

Before that, however, and before our flight, our Camino began with one of those crazy bits of rhyme the Lord seems to love throwing our way.

We took a Lyft to Sea-Tac airport. Pedro our driver, from Brazil via Abu Dhabi, is the husband of a teacher at Visitation Catholic School. And of course I worked at Visitation for several years, and now our own parish of Holy Rosary is joined at the hip with Visitation.

That God, He’s very tricky.

Since our flight today to Madrid doesn’t leave until this evening, we’re meeting up with a local friend (hi, Jason!) and heading to see the Carter Presidential Library. Because it’s a library, and we’re us.