St. James Way

13th Hiking Day

On my way from Sauliac-sur-Célé to St. something. You have to celebrate the festivals as they come along. A lot of ascent and descent again today. Now I also long for time just for myself. I need 3 days to Cahors. We are two days behind the rest of the troops. Lots of enemy contact on the way. No reports from the vanguard. Runners are lost. And the soup cook doesn't dare to leave the base to the front. However, morality continues to be splendid. There are almost no losses in our company. The orderly yesterday excellent: lantailles, pork with cinnamon and rice. Plus ice cream with figs and a strange chocolate rose. But extremely tasty. Can't complain about it. Just had enemy contact at 12 o'clock. Two pilgrims of unknown origin. Heavy hits ahead. By the way, the landscape is not bad either. Advance of the enemy and contact repelled. Advance and breakthrough with help of the Sichelschnitt. Good way to start. March on SJPdP continues unstoppably. Front report: too early (before 10 a.m.) to determine the final result. But always on it goes. As usual. Through up and down.

I just love women. Salt in the soup. It's always a balancing act, but I try - at least in the long term - to walk on my own way. Often I behave in such a way that I want to turn immediately to the woman. To be honest, an irresolvable paradox. God, this train of thought has always been the same for about 20 years. But maybe that's not bad either: at least you have to try. And then you are in such a tricky situation and all the words that you have written down with the highest intent are forgotten in the face of this mountain of emotions that come up. Simply indissoluble. Or maybe let’s put it this way: weaknesses and apparently unattainable desires are meant to be allowed sometimes. Perhaps you better accept that you keep going in circles ...I just can't come up with a descent conclusion on this subject.

Learning French is manageable if I would live in France. Half a year or nine months, that's all it takes.

Have been in the Pech Merle at Cabrerets. Quite nice. Anyway: this French thing. Is that just a strange dream? Intrinsic motivation would be needed. Is it just the desire of knowledge? Or is it a dream caused by Julie? God, the sun is burning. Julie over the mountains. Probably not the worst thing that could have happened. I have all the time in the world.