Hotel Kyriad Chateauroux
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... the restoration of the castle which is how we see it today. With its moat and flowers, it looks like something from a storybook.
At the beaches, we had a picnic lunch while watching the windsurfers try their luck. From there, we had coffee and tea at a small restaurant on the beach. After we left the little vacation village, the rest of the hike was in perfect natural solitude. We climbed and descended over and over. We passed over tiny bridges ...
... webs in the lid of the bowl. I did not take any sugar with my dirt tea. The hosts were quite nice to us, and they even provided me with an adapter for my laptop cord when I found that I had lost mine. But all the kindness in the world doesn't make up for sleeping in dirty sheets and eating food from a kitchen that had never seen bleach.
After breakfast, our hosts drove us to Gargilesse, which was about 16km away. We had been determined to ...
... shower and cried a bit. I was tired, I missed home, and my knees pained me from sitting in one place so long. I called Josh, who cheered me up, and I went to bed feeling better.
I hope that I have more trails like the one I had today but with much shorter evenings. It’s not easy staying up past midnight night after night and then waking at sunrise.
Total distance walked today: 20km
Total distance walked on pilgrimage: ...
... walked to as a group. The church had very little that interested me, but my companions sang their pilgrim song for our hosts. After our foray to the church, we all had dinner with our hosts and the other pilgrims, and we shared a bit of our lives with them. It was a warm pilgrim welcome and a filling dinner. I ended the day in a much better mood than when it began.
Total distance walked today: 23km
Total distance walked during pilgrimage: ...
... more English that that.) I am forced to speak French and only French.
This is not easy. Sure, I can more than get by, but I lack all the subtlety of
language that I am used to having with English. When I have something to add to
conversations, I know that my words are constantly falling short of my
thoughts. I know that I sound like a child. I know that it is difficult
sometimes for others to understand my accent. I am surrounded by people who do