The walk today was 27k but it’s the first time I felt like I had a lot more gas in the tank that I could use to keep walking. Today it turned out to be my last walk with the lovely German. I also started walking with a lovely English woman (who I’ll call the Lady). She reminds me a lot of my mum, they both have this indominable force that drives them through to their goals.
The walk through the hills reminded me a lot of Ireland. It also helps that it unusually won’t stop drizzling. Which isn’t too bad, but you end up day dreaming of important things like, how many of my clothes am I going to be able to get dry tonight? Along the walk, we were constantly surrounded by lots and lots of fields of a local breed of cow (Aubrac) which have a soft brown eyes and beige fur, with dark brown fur around their eyes.
Along the walk we encountered a 10 commandments of the Chemin (French for walk). It was a funny list, which was effectively asking people to be respectful of the locals. It did make me think that the Chemin in France has an incredible impact on the community. It provides a source of income (in rural areas where a lot of jobs have disappeared). But the religious elements of the walk have a real impact on a number of the walkers on the route as they stop to pray at the numerous chapels and crosses on the way. A number of people talk about the spiritual impact the Chemin has on them, and its unusual to not be impacted by this on the route. I haven’t had one yet, but I find myself wonder and hoping if it’ll happen. And by wishing for it, does this mean I won’t have one?
We ended up out for dinner tonight as the Gite was very simple and didn’t offer dinner. I tried the local delicacy Aligot (basically cheesy mash potato with a shed load a garlic) and it was gross. Who ever said that local specialties had to taste good?