St. James Way

20th Hiking Day

On the way from Auvillar to a village 20 km away, whose name I just forgot. Right ankle feels better. Looking back on this trip, what will I say in 10 years? Was it nice? It seems like ages ago that I saw Vincent and Israel for the last time. But in fact, it was only one day ago.

I should listen to the inner voice and it is telling me: take a break somewhere as soon as possible. I hope there is a bar around this area.

I need a coffee. I'm not fine at all. Please God, a kingdom for a coffee. Fortunately, your churches in France are always open to tired pilgrims. All is just sad bubbling in my head. I really need a break. Feels like work again.

Today everything is difficult, not least writing. I'm on the road for 2 hours. To be more precise though, I’ve been slouching through the landscape for almost 3 weeks now.

I also want demi-pension again.

I'm sitting here in a dormitory in the village whose name I still don't know. Listened to Youtube for the first time in 3 weeks. »Domenique«, »Ich liebe das Leben«. Absolutely great. Why do I actually want to abstain from everything? Right now I'm looking forward to come home again. Abstinence may be good for a while, but I want to party, have fun and enjoy life. What am I doing instead? I think I've never visited as many churches as here. Every time in every village. But this is largely due to the fact that benches are few and far between and today - with all the rain - it was finally a dry place. I look forward to my life at home. Hamburg sounds great. I'll find something there. Or to put it in Vicky Leandros' words (thanks, Youtube): What could possibly happen to me? You know, I love live. Tomorrow, more beer, more wine and more of everything. No more abstinence.