Dead straight was replaced with gently curving paths. And just like the way took twists and turns, so did my mind. I could not find a straight track anywhere!
Thoughts of pilgrimage as a metaphor for life were interrupted by swarms of bugs that took all our concentration to fight.
Bushes, glorious in golden splendor, inflicted hay fever symptoms.
An ancient man wielded a scythe in his field. Another man leading a pitch black donkey wearing a cat skin over its nose like a hat stopped us for a full five minute conversation of which I understood nothing. I wondered if I was seeing things, but the kids were adamant they also saw the four pussy legs dangling.
Deep furrows grabbed Levi’s attention. Multi-coloured fields looked like a patchwork quilt – no longer do we see mostly various shades of green as the backdrop to the reds, blues, purples, yellows and white of the wildflowers, but also browns and yellows.
Ella-Rose arrested any possibility for deep thought when she said, “Is there such a thing as a sardine airport? I was just walking along talking to myself and I found I was saying sardine airport over and over.” Seems like she was having as much brain trouble as I was!
Cumulative Distance: 686km
314km to go to 1,000km
Weather: still 24 degrees when we came out after dinner at 8pm
Dinner: salad followed by mixture of chickpeas, lentils, eggs, peppers, garlic, and MORE veges……shared with Samuel from France who bought the wine and dessert biscuits, Jean-Marc (also from France – of course!) and Laszlo, a gentleman from Hungary, who recognised us from when we walked two years ago!