Well, I guess, in theory this is supposed to be about the walking portion of my trip. I have about a week before I start so to try to keep with the theme, I will give some updates from last year. Christian reports that the lovely French man that we met last year who walked with his seeing eye dog and two friends, is, in fact, a count. A count with a capital "C" like...I guess... Count Chocula. I don't know if he manufactures cereal or not but I guess probably not. Oh, and last year, I thought the oddest job that I encountered was the French woman who has a donkey farm and has specially made donkey carts for family holidays. I thought this was a riot. But no, this isn't unusual in France. Evidently it is quite routine for French families to go on donkey cart holidays in the countryside and there are tons of people employed in the donkey cart tourism market. Who knew?
I had a most excellent stay in France. Christian and Joelle were excellent hosts and it could not have been more enjoyable. I was sorry to go but this morning I arrived in my beloved Portugal. I flew into Porto and took a commuter train up to the incredibly beautiful town of Guimares. It is a very old town with winding cobbled streets and I'm glad that I've decided to stay two days here as today has pretty much been spent milling around and getting lost. I love it. I'll try to post some pictures soon. I think I will go now to a cafe and have big fat toast which is my favorite snack in Portugal.
Oh, a sidenote to LAM--during the 10 hours of eating at Christian's fete, we took a one or two hour walk in the countryside--it reminded me of the time after Easter dinner at Isa's when we took that walk with her relatives. I think, somehow I communicated better than Pepe for at no time during said walk did I or any of the French people waddle like ducks or cluck or anything of that nature. I do think that I might have pointed out though that "les vaches blanches dans la champ verde" and possible "un simka sur la place".
I had a most excellent stay in France. Christian and Joelle were excellent hosts and it could not have been more enjoyable. I was sorry to go but this morning I arrived in my beloved Portugal. I flew into Porto and took a commuter train up to the incredibly beautiful town of Guimares. It is a very old town with winding cobbled streets and I'm glad that I've decided to stay two days here as today has pretty much been spent milling around and getting lost. I love it. I'll try to post some pictures soon. I think I will go now to a cafe and have big fat toast which is my favorite snack in Portugal.
Oh, a sidenote to LAM--during the 10 hours of eating at Christian's fete, we took a one or two hour walk in the countryside--it reminded me of the time after Easter dinner at Isa's when we took that walk with her relatives. I think, somehow I communicated better than Pepe for at no time during said walk did I or any of the French people waddle like ducks or cluck or anything of that nature. I do think that I might have pointed out though that "les vaches blanches dans la champ verde" and possible "un simka sur la place".