Absolutely first I have to thank Mary a thousnad times for all the support. When everything was going wrong she gave me more courage than she wil ever know. That cell phone which I have here was a lifesaver!
I probably should label this how I lost my hat, threw away my sleeping pad and forgot my pillow. On the train from Paris I changed seats because ther was a very strange person and to make a long story short, when I got off the train I did not have the hat on my head. I realized it almost right away and went to the station master who called the train and they searched for it but it was gone. Nothing to do. From then on every decision I made in trying to replace the hat was a poor one. Finally I got a lousy hat for way too much money and then got on the train to Moissac which is where I decided to start instead of Le Puy. There were cops and conductors all over the place on this little milk run train. WHAT! Anyway the group finally picked a teenage girl who they took between the cars and talked with her, searched her bag, etc. and then they all got off together at the next stop. The girl had that special look of the age. So I got to Moissac and took a cab to the place where I was to stay. The place smelled a little smoky but I didn't think much about it. Well, the place smelled of smoke and I sneezed and wheezed all night. By the time I got up I had decided to abandon my sleeping mat which weighed about 3 lbs. Then the owner's little boy came in with a picture and was determined to explain it to me. So, with all of that I checked under the bed and around the bed but I must have failed to check on the bed because that night I ended up without my little pillow. Then I left the house and went down to the tourist office, produced my pilgrim's passport and had it stamped. I was on my way!! Walked down to the canal, crossed the bridge and headed west. I must admit that I was very excited that finally it had started considering the day before was a -1 on a scale of 1 to 10. I only got lost once but when I got back on the right trail I got talking with a group of French people who come together every year and walk a little ways. They showed me how to make sure not to miss the way markers and were very nice. Actually with a few small exceptions all the people here in France have been wonderful to me. Always nice. So I kept going and then some 20+ kilometers later up on the hill ahead of me was the town of Auvillar. Up on the hill are the operative words here. Went to the tourist office (I am typing in one right now), got my p. passport stamped (this was the second one!!!) and they showed me where I had my reservation.
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