We have also had some wonderful meals cooked together with others staying in the gites. Every day is different and interesting. Villages are very small, usually old, and very scenic. Monique and René who befriended me, we said good-bye to in Golinhac as Monique had to slow down for blisters. I also was sorry to say good bye to Tristan and Corrine a week ago.
Rain yesterday for the first time for several hours in the morning.
I am holding up well. I am in Figeac tonight staying in a monastery, so we have been exploring the town this Saturday afternoon. Weather has turned warm.
I think of friends and family often along the way, especially when I am not worrying that I am lost or when I am not trying to think of words for things in French. Figeac is about one third of the way to the Pyrenees I think, and the trail flattens out a bit after this. Today's walking was beautiful over green fields and flowers, on a few muddy trails and one long hot stretch along a road. Cars have become like noxious noisy dangerous beasts.
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