Walk, Forrest, Walk

We have almost made it to Poitiers. Last night we stayed with an amazing couple who had a garden that seemed to grow more diverse produce than is avalaible at major grocery stores. Rasberries, champagne berries, melons, lettuce, peaches, nectarines, eggs... we had a beautiful, late dinner, outside and spoke broken English and French until Terje and I both almost fell asleep at the table. The night before we were housed by a church in what turned out to be a small apartment most frequently used as a homeless shelter, but it wasn't so bad, the views were stunning, and we had the place to ourselves to cook and do some laundry. We are slowly adjusting to geting up earlier and earlier: tomorrow we plan to be on the road by 5:30 in the hopes of avoiding the often unavoidable heat in the middle of flat farm land. Walking for hours with no protection from the sun aside from SPF 30 can get quite disorienting; so we are trying to shift things earlier. Terje and I still like each other; but when the thunderstorm that has been waiting to break over our heads for days finally does, we shall see how often we can still make each other laugh...still things are happy and good and simple and fun.