Yesterdays short walk allowed for a long journal entry so today I will try and make this short.

** At this point I fell asleep, so the rest of this was written the next day **

The walk was representative of all the terrain so far. I walked along pastures and rows of corn, over hills and stream, and through forests. The path was sometimes a single dirt track and other times a paved road, but it was all the Chemin du St. Jacques taking me toward Spain.

I left before sunrise after stocking up on food for the day at a bakery. I carried a plastic bag clipped into a carabiner (Becky, if you are reading this carabiner = beanie :) ) hanging off my right front shoulder strap all day. At first, it was difficult eating, reading my guidebook in the dark, and hiking but soon it was light and had navigated out into the countryside so the only thing to concentrate upon was the raisin bread rolls and crossants; oh, and the walking.

As it was a long day, I passed through many villages and hamlets: Lahitte-Toupière, Vidouze, Lacoume, Momy, Anoye, Abère, Gabaston, and finally Morlaas where I spent the night.

The day was warm and humid although thankfully clouds kept me in the shade most of the time. I still went through enormous quantities of water, however, it was easy to come by whether from a cemetery tap or a kind French couple.

That kind French couple provided me with my first true exchange of ideas in French. It was not a conversation but still had me shocked with the amount I was able to convey to them. Mostly it focused on water and the route which are me strongest areas in French.

No sign of Rolf all day.