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... because the trail was lined with stone art made by locals.
As we entered Crozant, we again met with a couple who we have seen at nearly every stage so far. They did not yet have a place to stay in the town, so we bid them to come with us to see if our inn would have an extra room. They were in luck, and the inn had one spare room for a couple. That night, we all ate at the inn’s fabulous little restaurant where everyone ...
... hike we have had yet. I am really enjoying the nature in this part of France. With all the climbing and descending, the route was physically challenging, yet absolutely worth it.
I had a small victory today. When we were discussing which direction to take from the village where we stopped for our picnic lunch, I gave my opinion, and my companions looked at me with surprise. They said that I had said the phrase without an accent, and that it ...
... for an hour discussing the contents of his gallery before escorting us back to his home. Once inside, he kept us talking while standing at the door for another half an hour. At this point, we hadn’t sat down since our walk nor taken off our shoes, and all I could think about it how much I wanted to be offered some cold water and a chair. As soon as I could do so politely, I excused myself to my room, where I took a long nap before dinner.
... food, which seems to be a favorite pastime of the French people. He marveled at how badly Americans eat, and was very interested to hear what I thought about the way the French eat. He did say that he had fond memories of a restaurant in Chicago, and did I know it? The Cheesecake Factory. I had to laugh a little at this, but I told him that I did know the place well.
When our hosts arrived, they surprised us with the keys to the local church ...
... 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