Picnic spot for the tummy and soul.
Lamb chops…
Unlike the uniform spacing of pearls on a necklace, the spacing between the Gîtes is not uniform. There can be huge gaps between Gîtes. Today I walk either 9 miles or 22 miles; hence, the long miles for today.
Colors and angles…
Make up your mind…rain or no rain. I’m constantly putting my rain jacket on and off.
Water hangs in the air. Everything is wet. Why do I put on my precious pair of dry socks in the morning only to have them wet after minutes of walking?
To be a pilgrim is to be defined. People have walked The Way for thousands of years and for thousands of years people have supported pilgrims.
I stopped at a pharmacy looking for gel inserts for my shoes (still no blisters😻). I was told the Super U (Target) four miles away had them. A non-English speaking French lady offered to drive me. She first took the time to help me find my Gîte to deposit my backpack, drove me to Super U to pick up items for herself and insoles for me, and then drove me back to the Gîte. Once there, she got out of her car to give me a proper good-bye kissing both cheeks and wished me ,”Bon Marchi” (Good walk). I was teary eyed.
The Camino provides. Ask any pilgrim.
You’ve got to be kidding! The signs take me to the water’s edge and I’m sinking in mud. I can see the painted sign on the tree across the stream.
Think…Re-read guide. “Cross wooded stream by flat concrete telegraph pole .”
“By” did not mean beside. “By” meant using.
“Flat” did not mean non-circular. “Flat” meant not standing.
Okay, I get it. We walk from church-to-church.
But, why are churches always at the top of a hill?
Stop to smell the roses.
Stop to smell the freshly cut grass; or, get run over.
Thank you for your support. linda
Like the setting for a Grimms fairytale, I walk through darken woods in the mist while tromping around “French Pies.”
Linda Scandore 