A rebel without a clue.

Pilgrimage Pt.19. Nick asked 'are you not sick of walking?' that is a hard question to answer. No not really. Somedays it's more of a challenge to my knees and calfs, but on the whole arriving in the place you're going to stay for the night is very rewarding. I feel I can achieve the totality of this Camino in a variety of modes. Today I wish to stay and be alone so I said goodbyes to all the guys/gals I have met since the 21st. Our paths may cross again on the Way; I am sure. Like the Célé our paths are shaped by the mysteries of the cosmos; moving ever onwards to where? If we see each other not we will be seen in our memories. I am pausing a day once more. Two solid days of walking. I confess I don't know how to slow my method of ambulant. So I do the distance too fast and my body shudders as it alters to the new flow! The good vibes flow into me from prefecture Lot. Figeac is sending me by the bus to Cahors and camping for a few days until Saturday(5€ per nigh...

Pilgrimage Pt.18 We lucky few had the full Hospitalité of Jacques and Marie at the Carmel Gîtes. The best food I've eaten while away. I asked if I could stay an additional day to look around Figeac and agreed to cook tonight. Seems only fair? So Beef Burgundy it is then. I return for 2pm to go with him for groceries. Yesterday I was the hyper me. Really very excited; half expecting a migraine because I was dizzily happy with the coincidences of yesterday. I developed a headache from the sun perhaps, but that was all it was; Kenji provided some painkillers after a little confusion when he thought I was asking if he needed painkillers. He had not heard of paracetamol, but that maybe my dialect which seems to fox everyone; even Americans. After the glorious meal we wandered the town in the dusk then Christian and I went to Le Bar for one glass of Vin du Cahors! Sumptuous rouge! The king of grapes done so perfectly that maybe very few wines come close to that perfection; it is...