Walking Across Italy

The team had breakfast together this morning at the Mercure hotel and then said our goodbyes. This is really a great group where everyone gets along and brings different skills to the party. Stephen organizes. JP translates. Joe has the driest sense of humor and the most considerate demeaner. And I guess I’m the storyteller. All-in-all, it works!

JP taught me this saying in italian:

Gli ospiti sono come le pesce, dopo tre giorni puzzano. (Guests are kind like fish, after 3 days they stink.)

Stephen and JP were hiking another 30 miles, so the put on their boots and took off for a 2.5-day excursion to Rocamadour.

Joe and I walked to the Figeac train station. He was heading south to Toulouse, while I was heading north to Paris.

It will take me over 7 hours to get to Paris tonight. I have to connect in the town of Brive. Since, I have almost 2 hours there, I decided to walk into town and get some lunch to eat on the train.

But the most interesting thing that I saw was a car called a Microlino. It had 2 seats and no discernible headlights. Wild!

I arrived in Paris on time. Found my way to Stephen’s apartment, dropped my bag, and invited his daughter to dinner. Laetitia and I had a marvelous dinner with onion soup, steak au poive, and frites. A great way to end my fortnight in France.

Tomorrow, I leave for Charles De Gaule airport in the morning and fly back home to the Commonwealth of Kentucky.

Au revoir