So... I told the man we were lost and asked where the chapel was that we were supposed to be headed toward. He saw the looks on our faces when he said it was 5k up the hill and then he said, "Give me 5 minutes and I will take you in the car. Please come in and sit down. Would you like some coffee?" Got to love the French!
We were reunited and had a good walk. But yesterday...
Yesterday was the hardest day yet. Cindy had elected to ride with the baggage transport so that her feet would have two days of rest. Tom and I walked 17 MILES in slippery mud that was closer to a controlled slide, both up and down, in nine and a half hours. We had reservations at this lovely gite (pronounced zheet) run by an Irish couple here in Moissac. Cindy had arrived some time before and was off to a relexology appointment. We ate well, rested well and are still resting today--and cleaning mud off things. We'll walk again tomorrow.
A few things we've learned:
--In France, the length of a kilometer appears to vary from day to day.
--To determine the mileage for the day, look at the four resources we have, none of which will agree, take the longest distance and add 5k and the result will be closer to reality.
--The last three kilometers of the day are always the hardest of the whole trip.
Bread: it's what's for dinner.
Buen camino!
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