Walking Home, week 18: Right time, right place
Day 120 - to Ferrieres-sur-Sichon Natasha, the pizza baker and campsite manager has cooked my six eggs and treats me to a free breakfast. In peace I enjoy my cereal bowl of milk with coffee and bread with cherry jam while
Walking Home, week 17: Give me a break
Day 113 - to Lyon (or Saint-Cyr-au-Mont-d'Or) In the morning it rains even heavier than the night before. I'm trying to get the tent dry under a canopy and in the washroom and fail. At least Anne from Lyon has replied to
Walking Home, week 16: Full circle
Day 106 - to Villaines-en-Duesmois At breakfast we talk about my route from Vougrey. I mention that on the way to Lyon I will pass very close to the Abbaye Fontanay, but do not yet know whether I want to afford
Walking Home, week 15: Groundhog day
I had expected that by now the harsh July heat would make walking difficult. Instead, I go through rain shower after rain shower, rainy day after rainy day. At least I am lucky and several times wonderful families welcome me
Walking Home, week 14: Where are you going?
Day 92 - to Besançon I'm at breakfast at half past seven, because I'm afraid that one eats early in the monastery and that there will be no more food for me if I come too late. But my fear is
Walking Home, week 13: Gods’ plans
Although looking at history - old and new - I absolutely cannot believe in organized religion, I believe - after this journey more than ever - that a higher power - I call it ¨fate¨, ¨karma¨ or simply ¨the
Walking Home, week 12: Country roads
This week I dive into the least populous part of France. I learn that three facilities used exist in every French village of the nineteenth century, and that not all villages dance on the streets during the fête de la
Walking Home, week 11: Rolling on and on
Week eleven is over and it's getting mentally tough. So far I'm spending a lot more money in France than I can afford. To make things worse I'm struggling with basic motivation problems. Hiking with a heavy pack and in
Walking Home, week 10: En français, s’il vous plaît
At the end of the first week in France stand two major realizations: First, it is darn expensive here. In seven days here I have already spent more than half of the monthly budget. This means that if I
Walking Home, week 9: Getting ready for France
Much sooner than expected, my last week in Germany has arrived. I find the Mosel river again which I had met briefly in Coblenz, and slowly, via Luxembourg, move to the language, which I will have around me constantly