pulled up to the small village of miramont-sensacq where the only other pilgrim was a rather unpleasant fellow so i headed over to the local pub where a dozen burly farmers gave me the once-over. upon stepping inside, i asked whether they knew who had won the euro cup. instant ice-breaker, and especially so when they placed my accent. i was their long-lost "petite cousine" quebecoise!
well into the conversation, they asked what sort of daily rituals i did to prepare for the day's hike. told them i stretched first thing in the morning at which they insisted i show them right there and then. before long, i had them trying to stuff their toes into their mouths to emulate one of the stretches! one of the guys remarked on the similarities to yoga and proceeded to demonstrate some weird contorted semi-hand stand. with all the weight on his hands and his bum half way in the air, his ears looked as though they would jettison to opposite corners of the bar!
another guy mentioned he attends "laughter class" twice monthly and suggested we try one of his exercises. imagine a dozen macho farmers and i improv'ing mowing the lawn on the bar, over the chairs, buzzing around like inmates from one flew over the cuckoo's nest. what a little magic dust won't get you and all this thanks to another pilgrim's unpleasant demeanor. you just never know what lies around the corner...
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Well, as you say, each day brings something new and I can imagine you in that pub with the locals! Next time, try Le Tour de France as an ice-breaker! By the way, it started from Finistère!
So the wind or sth else pushes you towards the Pyrénées! Enjoy. MCL
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