The service was out in the country, that after a few wrong turns and stops for directions, we eventually found. For a very poor parish, they went all out in bringing gifts for the Bishop. Included in the gifts, a few live chickens and a live goat.
On a previous day, we had a great laugh at a story told by one of our fellow pilgrims. The story involved meeting her meeting someone introducing herself and the beagle that she was walking. The introduction involved a rhyming, rhythmical names. Very tired, slightly punchy pilgrims, found the story to be quite hysterical. Suggestions for more rhyming, rhythmical names of future grandchildren were given including Naigle Daigle.
And that is how the name to the goat given to the Bishop came to be Naigle Daigle. Sadly Naigle Daigle was probably the base of a nice beef dinner.
Sunday
Russ and Andie approach Naigle
Andie tries to fatten up Naigle
Naigle Daigle
View of sunset from the Bishop's house
View of sunset from the Bishop's house
