14th Hiking Day
On the way from St.-Cirq-Lapopie (most beautiful village so far) to Pasturat. Yesterday and today a little off the common track. Queasy feeling and also frustration. But it works. Still, it's cooler with signposts. Now I walk along the Lot. In any case, going back to this French story: well, I can't get it out of my head just yet. It must be possible to take me out for half a year and study this language. The question arises, of course, what should I do with it afterwards? Cost-benefit calculation. But I'd be up for it. It must be possible! Somehow! What else do I have my money for? And why do I want to go back to labour law? Can I answer these questions sufficiently? And yet: somehow it has to be possible.
The only question that arises is whether this idea will hold up to the Espana-testing. Maybe at that time everything will be forgotten again. The path along the Lot I am walking right now is nicely cut into the stone on the flank of the mountain. Like a tunnel and then one side open to the Lot. Très impressive. J'aimerais parler francais un peu mieux. Actuellement beaucoup mieux. Met Alan and his wife yesterday. Extremely friendly. I just can't think of a suitable answer to their exaggerated descriptions of nature (magnificent, stunning). In any case: a German and four French-Canadians sit together at the pilgrim's table in St.-Cirq-Lapopie in deepest France. What are the odds?
I'm in the promised land of figs. The trees grow next to the road and the figs are ripe and juicy.
J'essay parler francais sur le chemin tous le temps. Je me pose des questionnes et après je me repond. Alors, je parle tous le temps avec moi.
My sister once asked me if I was happy. Yes, I am happy. Wonderful evening. Today, here, now.
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