I was going through my notes yesterday when I came across this journal entry. It was never posted on my blog. the experience happened a month ago while cycling through France when I was out of Euros and couldn't find a place to exchange my pounds- not that I had much to exchange! I never posted it because its seemed almost preposterously surreal. Hearing the Lord's prayer today-- "Give us today our daily bread-- has inspired me to share it.
This morning, I awoke in a field far from any towns. It was a crisp clear day as I poked my head out of the tent. However, that past night, I had finished off my remaining food supplies. I snacked upon my final apple, drank some water and set off a little hungry.
Eating is important when you're cycling each day. I wondered to myself: "What am I going to do for breakfast?"
My road took me into and through a lush oak forest. The sun was rising and the golden rays were beginning to come through the yellowing canopy of leaves. A dirt side road caught my eye. I decided to turn off. It looked like the perfect place for my morning yoga. I cycled in a leisurely 50 metres or so.
It was then that I noticed the baguette.
It was on the side of the little road, untouched, not even dirty. I cracked it open. It was all but fresh. Then I noticed another. And another, and another! Literally dozens of baguettes were scattered down the forest road for the next hundred meters. They were at most a day old, completely clean and untouched. It had rained that morning, and these had not been touched by it.
I was in awe. More, fresh baguettes than I could ever need! I felt like a character from the Old Testament blessed by mana falling from the sky.
I knelt down and praised the universe.
As I got up, I discovered the chestnut. I had been shown in England and in France how to eat them. There were fresh, ready to eat chestnuts, everywhere.
What a breakfast.
Addendum: The baguettes that I collected that morning, paired with a bottle of olive oil and balsamic vinegar, lasted for three to four days. The bag of chestnuts that I collected lasted two weeks. As I leave the comfort of the Abbey, this is a good experience to remember!