400 meter hill to climb into Auvular. Every small town in France is at the top of a large hill. It is manageable but a real problem at the end of a long day. Finally the rain has stopped. Supposed to be sunny tomorrow but I will stay away from the hills as it will be muddy and slippery which is bad for someone my age.
Auvular is a very old village situated on a hill on the Garonne River. There is a very old church here and a clock tower that go back to the 1400s. Amazing. And the countryside is stunning. But nothing open. Dead quiet. But the scenery is magnifique but one cannot live on magnifique.
People I have met are generally friendly with a few exceptions. The guy I have been walking with’ – Honario is from Spain and is amazing. David, a Asian who lives in North Dakota is an exceptional asshole. All my girlfriends have gone home. How I miss them. As I said earlier the older french people are super unfriendly and will not try to communicate with you while the younger french are fantastic. I wonder why that is? Perhaps the younger ones haven’t enough years or experience yet to become a grumpy old man like me. KILLING IT. Some friends back home would know. Well only one actually.
Cathedral in Lectoure, where I am at now.
I took a rest day today. I walked 10 kilometers then took a bus the rest of the way. You have to do that once in awhile. Some of the more serious pilgrims would shame me but I say to them: you do your Camino and I will do mine.
Completed 500 kilometers. Loving it in spite of the various challenges I have had and some erroneous comments from the reading public and the crappy weather.
My street tonight.
It is Tuesday so it must be Sunday in rural France.
Wow that’s beautiful, great song sounds like where I am.
Keep trucking and be safe
Sadie
I will. You too.