Dispatches from El Camino, (#3)

Dispatches from El Camino, (#3)

We leave our inn at daybreak. Our innkeeper is awake and already at the front door, wearing a robe, waiting to say goodbye to us. Like a mom seeing her kids off to school. She gives us a heartfelt and emotional goodbye in French, with double kisses and everything. “Dieu sout avec toi,” she says. I don’t speak French, so I answer, “Ten four.” Which she evidently doesn’t understand. And there’s no way to explain such a philosophical concept as “te…