In mah dreams I have the time to walk from Vezelay (France) to Santiago de Compostela (Spain) along the ancient pilgrimage route. For more'n a thousand years this route done produced many a footsore pilgrim, includin' yore AuntyBelle. And I would do it again. And Again.
But mah TR (time remaining) factor is runnin' down through that pinched belly glass. So.... whenever possible I gits mah boots on a walk a wee part of it. It gits in yore blood. I done walked a goodly chunk of the Spanish Camino in 1999 wif' Baby Sis. Walked another segment or two wif Uncle in 2005. A single day's portion is all I managed in 2006, an this time, a mere few hours on the actual path in France (Chemin de Compostele) though we seen some of the more spectaular stops along the way.
If I were to plan the trip again, chicks, I admit I'd stay in the countryside til the boardin' call fer home.We divided our time a'tween the villages of Burgundy and the area where Auvergne meets Aveyron afore movin' on to Paris.
The french folks out in the country took us in like lost puppies, fed us, and told us their stories. We hiked and poked about in their farms or old manors...ate their cheeses, and took photos of their old stuff fer sale:
Cool clear days mostly, and we nursed greedy hearts--oh yes! I wanted to stay another few weeks to watch all the dead vines trained up walls and around windows burst to life with wisteria and roses jes' in time for Easter.
The Forsythia, the early bird bloomer, greeted us in every turn of the lane....
An' doan ya jes' admire the whimsy of folks who fly unicorns on the weather vane?
