The sublime, the simple, and the best laid plans

It's Saturday in Madrid.  Yesterday Pete and I visited the museum that houses Picasso's painting, Guernica.  In 1936 this town in northern Spain was the site of an experiment in warfare: mass bombing of a civilian population.  Picasso vividly captures the pain and horror of that day.  The canvas looks to be 15 ft tall and 30 ft long.  It is in a room by itself and the Spanish people are very quiet when they visit this place, a repectful sort of silence.  Today we visited the Prado: a world class museum.  We wandered, mouths agape, through Titan, Breugel, Goya, Bosch, Carraviggio, and my favorite El Greco.  The scenes of the bible laid before us in wonderful detail, detail enough for people without Bibles.  Each painting was rich with the symbols of the story and the individual devotion of the artist.  Sublime, wonderfully sublime.  For the simple of the day, there was a tortilla espanol, potatoes and eggs.  We went to the bar across from the hotel and dined with a motorcycle club named Capital Chapter, Madrid Espana as they readied for a day of riding.  They were delighted to let Pete take a picture of their colors.  Eggs, potatoes to fill and bikers to delight, simple, eh.
Now the story of the best laid plans.  I bought this high faluting rootin tooten Droid smart phone.  On the advice of my rabbi (well he's Ketl's rabbi, but in the ways that count in this life, he's my rabbi too) I prepared to switch the SIM card out here in Spain, so I would effortlessly be able to take photographs and load them to this site daily.  Well, for complicated and mysterious reasons, that will probably not work.  I'll be able to use WiFi hotspots (as I am right now) to update my blog, but those may be few and far between out on the Camino.  As we were visiting 4, count them 4, Vodafone stores today to try to solve the 3G access problem, we met the charming and delightful, Leticia.  She worked with us, with Tech support, with colleagues for near 2 hours.  As she was working with us she revealed she had walked about 150 km of the Camino.  She said, "You won't need a phone on Camino."  As various 'solutions' failed one after another, we began to joke that it was St. James (Santiago is the supposed burial site of St. James) telling us, "I told you, silence and prayer, laughter and companions, not phones!"  Well, it just may be more silence and laughter, prayer and companions because it sure will not be blogging everyday, just when I find WiFi.  And that is what happens to the best laid plans . . .the Camino has plans even better.