A daily staple on the Camino they were, my pieces of bread and hunks of local cheese. In fact, I would say they were a lifesaver many times. But there can always be too much of a good thing, so when Judy offered me toast with melted mozzarella this morning I politely declined. Then I looked at my chosen breakfast, yogurt and Muesli and remarked, well, this is actually just another manifestation of bread and cheese. Then I realized, there are multiple combinations of bread and cheese that cross world cultures. And then, because my mind sometimes works like that, and I am reading a delightful book about a middle aged Jewish womans search for meaning (Syd Arthur by Ellen Frankel), I thought, you know, it’s kind of like all the world religions. Though they may be different in outward appearance, the underlying essence is the same.
Gracias a Dios/Diosa.
