I need a new rubber stamp

Yeaterday, I got to Santo Domingo and wandered the streets looking for something to eat. After taking a few twists and turns, I passed an inviting-looking cafe and then realized that there were two familiar faces at an outside table, Jaimie, a handsome Spanish doctor and Gema, a lovely woman from Barcelona. I'd shared a meal or bedspace with each of them and had an attraction to each of their auras (if that's not too Shirley Maclain). They invited me to sit with them and their friend. They were catching the bus back to Barcelona to go back to work after walking the camino for a week. I told them about the woman I'd met who was walking to Jerusalem for Jesus. I said I didn't get that. Surely she would make more of  a difference to the world if she did something useful. Jamie thought for a moment and then said that maybe she was helping individuals all along her walk. Or maybe she needed to complete the process involved in her walk/journey to go on to doing something wonderful. Oh. Yes, that makes sense. She did help me tie my shirt over my pack. Many she helped others in really big ways too. When I don't understand something, especially a "for Jesus" thing, I stamp it somewhat creepy.  Maybe I need an "I don't get it" stamp.

Jaimie and Gema Iin front of door

Sunflowers

Where I'll sleep tonight, top bunk in front of window