10 Days In

Farms, single serving towns built of one city hall, a church, two fields of corn, and, a dude watering his yard, or walking a dog. Cars rarely pass and when they do they are often tiny and cute and French blue with old French men inside. Flowers are EVERYWHERE. Big wafts of fragrant smells hit in waves. And sometimes I get a whiff of Terje's feet. Or my own. Which may be worse. We have been hosted by couchsurfers for two nights, have paid ungodly high prices for hotels three nights, stayed in a tiny apartment connected to a tiny church in a tiny town one night, stayed with a fantastic French woman who is sort of a pilgrim officer in one town, and are staying in a cute hotel at the foot of gigantic castle in Amboise tonight. Ahhh and we met a barefooted girl in the streets of Orleans who invited us to her house and eventually we got to spend quality time with all of her roommates and caught both the fête de la musique and the Jazz Festival. We have dodged several rainstorms, been incredibly lucky with meeting the right people and finding the right things at the right times. We are both in good spirits and still like each other which is incredible given how much time we have spent together. The feet are holding up nicely, though I have considered cutting off my pinky toes. I mean what are they for anyway? These days they are just causing me undue pain. We are stayting hydrated and putting sunscreen on regularly, but I do look a bit crablike. Okay, now I am rambling, tired, ready for dinner, a beer, and a bed. Tomorrow we head to Tours...

So here is where Terje and I are walking. The cities in blue are places we have walked through already and the cities we have yet to get to are marked in yellow. I've only added the towns in France, but will add the Spanish map soon. We have walked over é(à kilometres through beeeeequtiful countryside. http://maps.google.fr/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=fr&msa=0&msid=107934381566866378488.00046ced1257832ebb862&ll=46.932917,0.650253&spn=0.110421,0.215263&z=12