Slower than Walking

Hotel de Paris, Auch.
Gord and I are settling into stillness for a bit. I am going to rest and recover until Monday, as ordered by my new favorite medical practitioner and then we will see. We will stay put in Auch for the time being. We love our hotel. It has all the right ingredients: affordable, friendly( run by the same family for the past 70 years!), a dash of French Fawlty Towers, and fabulous food. Each night our 53 year old host checks to see whether or not momma is within earshot before he entertains us with a story. Last night he told us the true story of Saint Bernadette from Lourdes. Sorry, not to be repeated in public company, momma might read it.

This has become a different sort of trip than the one we had originally planned. In fact everything that I feared the most in my pre trip anxiety has come true to a certain extent. The great unexpected gift however, is that even though we are off the plan, off the schedule and, at least for the moment, off the trail, we are still having a wonderful time.