It is 2:30, I have been on the road since 8am and I have made it to Val Carlos - 7 km - All up hill. This is not working as I had hoped. It could only be worse on the Napoleon Route. I may be short, and be of French heritage, somewhere along the line, but I don't have an army behind me and I am not that much of a masochist.
I am not what language they speak here: it could be French., Spanish and the outside chance of Basque. Maybe all three at the same time which would make it something like Chiac.
It is also pissing down rain. I am taking a taxi the rest of the way to be reunited with my dry clothes .
Love reading of your adventure. I am living vicariously through you at this time. Dry yourself off...smile...Enjoy a nice hot stiff drink and keep on trucking.
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Ah sweetie, don't be defeated. Getting there was half the battle! Get into some dry clothes and have a nice warm drink, get yourself a good sleep and better weather tomorrow :D
ReplyDeleteMuch probably it was the mix of the 3 languages. And a lot of Basque with French accent and some Spanish words every now and then
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