Our gite I think uses the digit 4 in their name in case I’m appearing lazy writing “4”. As mentioned in yesterday’s post we would meet up with the two boys and their lovely mother while they took a quick break on the side of the path. What joy it was!!!! We would spend the walking together, talking and laughing, taking pictures, dunking our heads in the water (some of us), and just having a “ picture perfect” Camino day!!!
What a treat. Their English is beautiful, the boys are perfect young gentlemen, adorable young men, and their mom, Laurence, would be one of the kindest souls I could ever meet. Soft-spoken, sweet, meditative, and it was wonderful discussing our roles as mothers and life. Our values seemed to line up beautifully.
They would stop at a beautiful hotel/ restaurant before ours, but they had started the day before our location and start point. While their gite looked postcard beautiful they would share the next day it was more of a business vs the gites that seemed to cherish the Camino spirit. Bronwyn and I stayed for a drink with them before setting off for our location, it was difficult to say goodbye, but we compared our notes and knew two of our next four days had us staying in the same town, and one the same location, in Conques at the Abbey, in what would be their last night on the trail.
Bronwyn and I arrived at the campsite in Nasbinals and just like five years ago and put our hammocks up between the same two trees that hosted us last time. This night five years ago Flora and Morgane, two Parisians would visit us in the evening and sing Opera to us. We loved these ladies dearly, and can’t think of Le Puy without thinking of their beauty. They have since added a daughter to their family and I hope our lives will cross again so I can live on the child/ children like they did on mine!
I remember freezing in my hammock last time and this time Bronwyn would freeze, it was hard sleeping in the hammock, my feet were throbbing, I ached, but at sometime in the night Bronwyn joined me in my hammock and we snuggled, and each fell fast asleep and slept well from that point on. At 8 we heard the hustle and bustle of movement around us and realized it was time to carry on. I shouldn’t mislead and imply Bronwyn and I set up and down the hammocks, it was totally Bronwyn's doing, an ownership she has taken on and I’m thankful for.
Beside us, last night was a group of teenagers, a leadership scouting group we would get to know a few days later but only in passing. We would wake in the morning to drizzling rain… but two cups of coffee later the rain became only a threat and we were off to Saint Chely, a little town with great memories of us with Jean Michel five years ago. Jean Michel became very dear to us and is credited for us ever even getting our teepee experience, rumor is he is the one who mentioned us to Gladys when staying at her gite and thus why she went and sought us out that day.
Bronwyn and I were excited as tonight we would be with “ the Boiz and their mom”, we would start a Whatsapp group called “ Mom Power” to communicate, and while we were staying at different gites we were excited we would get some time over drinks with them. The walk to Saint Chely is all rocky and a big decline, we arrived, like last year exhausted!!!!!!!
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