Pilgrimage Pt.20.
Highs and lows. I've looked around and read a little. Now I've returned to the Gîtes for a siesta prior to the grocery shopping at 2pm with Jacques. Feel a little forboding for my decisions to cater tonight. It's so easy! So why am I nervous?
Flying ants up the wall of my room. Moved bed as the hosts attacked the infestation. After a snooze we popped to Carrefour to buy groceries. It is closed until 14:30.
We passed a mutton/sheep fair all penned in to go to market me thinks these be lambs to the slaughter house. Celebration of spring lamb in Figeac changes the tone to one of convenient brutality. Animals go through a very unusual existence for us humans.
It's a while since I stepped into a supermarket; such soulless places. I was a little in awe and confused like a jungle tribe native who'd never clanked his eyes on civilization before. We came away with the hind quarters to slowly cook out the stew for ten mouths to feed a little prior to 15hrs when Jacques entertains more pelegrins from the GR65. I wish I didn't feel quite so confused by the French conversatons. It makes things twice as mental. My mornings milaise has left now that I've kept away from the town that was gently leaving me bewildered and penniless. Jacques paid for the food for our feast. I did offer. Two days gratis. Feel a little truer. This is not a tourist trap!
Before dinner was to be served I popped out for a bottle of Cahors Malbec €4.99. We few, five, ate the beouf bourgorgne and pomme de terre puree. Marie Charlotte is a wonderful enthusiastic girl of 26; wow she is lovely and amazing and joining a convent in September. I was speechless I wanted to ask her not to! She must be in love with Jesus indeed.
Michael, another American, and I sat through a dinner without being able to add words to the French discussion going on between our host, Jacques, Claudi and Marie Charlotte. I'm too full to even considering watching the ongoing deeply confusing stuff; I just want to understand!
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