50 kilometres to Spain

April 14 and our biggest day yet....28 km The daily ritual is a bit of a grind as we expected. Walking 20 km is no big deal, but do it day after day and it starts to put a strain on all sorts of things, physically on the feet and legs, mentally on the ability to persevere and believe that it,s the right thing to do, and emotionally on all our relationships, as we uncover one anothers quirks under the strain of fatigue. Today was the 17th straight day of Walking!!!

Doesn,t sound like Much fun?....Well that is only the half of it, because it is so beautiful, the people we stay with are so nice, and those sunny afternoons sitting on the patio in some small french village, sipping a cafe au lait or a cool beer, make it all great again. We are all so excited too, because we are now less than 50 km from St: John Pied de Port...the gateway to the pyrennes and Spain....The end of of the first portion of our trip!!!

I am stopping at Every church we pass.....believe me when I say...that is a lot of churches!!! At each church there is some one thing that makes it unique and I,ve begun to label the, for the sake of the future. Sometimes there is a unique form to the stained glass, another time, strange statues, Sometimes someone has left something unusual or there is simply a mood. For instance I have photos from the Church of the Bar Fight painting, Church of the Children; Church of the Actual last supper, and church of the Motorcycle Saint. As this blog is not photo friendly...youùll have to wait till we come home and we release the movie!!!

That*s it for now....tres fatiguè
dave