I don't know if my prayers or your prayers worked, but when I woke up this morning, it was raining. But by the time I left, it had stopped. It looked so imminently threatening all day that I never took off my rain gear. I could actually see the rain ahead of me, and I was sure that I was in for a howling storm any minute. I missed the rain and managed to stay dry the whole day.
The back of the Eglise as I was leaving Revel.
This was my least demanding day on the Chemin.
I walked 11.9 miles on this flat and wide trail for the entire day. No cars!
I trekked along this river which was pretty but as photographic as the mountains.
There were many bridges along the way.
I was glad that I didn't have to cross this one. It was about a foot wide, and I would have needed a balancing pole like the ones used by tight rope walkers. Somebody uses it because the trail leading to it was well-worn.
Consistently, I passed the bridges on my left.
My instructions for today told me to "walk to the cafe a Lac de L' Enclas and phone my B & B for a ride." La Baraque, my B & B was several miles off the trail. When I arrived at the Lac, there was a fishing tournament. There must have been fifty or sixty men at this tournament. I have no idea who won.
I may routinely poke fun at men, but I love to watch men having a good time in the company of other men. I tagged along with my father growing up and loved to hear the stories the men told each other. I am sure there were some tall tales being told today as I watched them banter back and forth. My dad was a fisherman and a dynamic story teller but his mother, Mama James, was even better - maybe not at fishing but certainly storytelling. I cherish those memories. The Irish heritage came alive in those days.
I think the fish got bigger with each man telling the story. I heard lots of laughter.
My hostess and her adorable daughter picked me up and drove me to my little bungalow, a bit of the beate path. This is the kitchenette and living room. The door leads to the bathroom.
My compact bedroom, a comfortable haven for reading, is cute as can be.
Another wonderful dinner. We started with pumpkin soup, made with garden fresh pumpkin, onion, and seasonings, so rich and creamy that I could have just eaten the whole pot full and gone to bed. Next we had pasta with fresh asparagus from my hosts garden. I am glad I didn't stop with the soup. She is quite the good cook and I loved it. Next, we had perfectly cooked artichokes - should I say fresh from her garden? And last a white chocolate cake - not from the garden. Once again I am miserably full. This woman needs to be a chef! I am a happy camper, full as a tick and sug as a bug!
Hugs and kisses - no storms predicted for tomorrow. Praise the Lord!
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