Now if I can only stop crying

Somewhere between the end of the puente and the albergue, my camera disappeared. We´ve been up and down the street four times, checked with the local bars, and talked with pilgrims but it is gone. So are all my pictures--some 500+ of them. I am sick. I´ve given my name and phone number to some Italians moving forward and the albergues here both have my name but I have no hope that it will turn up. I would hope a pilgrim would turn it in here but sometimes what is lost becomes truly lost. I pray that it will show up--after all, Grace´s picture in Leon is on that chip. Pray for me that the profound sadness I feel will lift. Blessings on this day from one very, very, very sad peregrina.