Yesterday and Today
After walking 8 hours on a rocky ground, it was time to rest. Arriving to the village of Monistrol d’Allier, there were a hostel to stay. I decided to go to a campground by the river. I set my hamaca in a sunny warm afternoon, and I went to watch the soccer game England / Croatia. I went to bed around 11pm, when by 1 am the temperatures dropped under 50 degrees. Yes, I was waken up by the cold weather. Really cold! Every one was sleeping, I went to the laundry area looking for a warm space. There my feet spotted a warm floor were I decided to sit all night, not sleep, a lot to think, an laughing mind. My alarm rung at 5:30 am. It was time to walk. What a precious village. Leaving town, the old baker open the doors of the store. By the smell I knew it was the best bread. Hundreds of bread to choose from. He made all without help. I bought a loaf, an apple, a banana, and cured ham. I sat down outside the store, prepared a sandwich. A choir of cats appeared to great me, with of course, they broke my heart. They sat down too, and we had breakfast.
It is all ups and downs, just like life. As I walk into the path, there are thousands of rocks waiting for me. I said, oh God who put them there. I did not blame anybody, and decided to look up and enjoy the cliff, the river, the beautiful bridge designed by Effiel.
This was a spectacular walk, the flowers, the views, the people, the ancient church of Madeline inside the rock. It was 10 hours of joy, forget the blister on your feet.
At my new arrival site, there were no room. The place was well advertised on the way. I cannot called from my cell, because I did not know France code. The lady called another place: Le Boulesux nains in Lajo. It was not espected, but Rachel has a jewl out of the path, that I recommend every one to come. She goes to the path and pick “pelerins “ with no place to stay. It was a great night. She offered me a beer, which I said, hell yeah!,in English. No worries she cannot speak English. She sent me to take a shower and relax. When my door open there was a table set for dinner with other guest, and the action begun. She served more than 5 dishes, which she cooked herself. All the vegetables came from her garden, which I discovered earlier when I hung my clothes to dry.
She ate with us: a banker, a magazine publisher, a math teacher, a psychiatric doctor that just graduated and the priest.
After diner she stamped my card, cured my blisters. Before going to bed she insisted to take food from the fridge for El Camino today.