September 11
We're finally in St. Jean Pied-de-Port.
Looking for our “gite" for the night, we have to ask twice for directions. The second time, one of the two is actually a guest at the same gite. Turns out he's also the fourth in our four-person room.
It's after 8 p.m. by the time we check in, so we go into town for pizza, take showers, then right into bed.
Unfortunately, a pounding headache wakes me up in the wee hours, so I post a few tidbits on the blog, then try for more sleep. As soon as I hear our roommate leave (while it's still dark), I take the risk of making noise to dig in my pack for Tylenol. At last, blessed relief and sleep.
We're finally in St. Jean Pied-de-Port.
Looking for our “gite" for the night, we have to ask twice for directions. The second time, one of the two is actually a guest at the same gite. Turns out he's also the fourth in our four-person room.
Unfortunately, a pounding headache wakes me up in the wee hours, so I post a few tidbits on the blog, then try for more sleep. As soon as I hear our roommate leave (while it's still dark), I take the risk of making noise to dig in my pack for Tylenol. At last, blessed relief and sleep.
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