When I think of Tehran, I think of traffic; insanely chaotic overflowing the roadways traffic where designated lanes are just a suggestion. When I think of Tehran I think of a hugely populous city where stepping off of the sidewalk to cross the street can be likened to a game of Atari Frogger.
It’s an odd phenomenon. When you travel for a length of time your life changes. Moving from one place to the next becomes the task at hand. What to do, where to go, where to stay, booking reservations, catching the bus, the train, the plane and so on, those are the decisions that guide your days.
Ten days in Aix en Provence; the south of France. Even the name, Provence, sounds soothing to the soul. Pretty much the perfect final destination to wrap up this 3-month, 6 countries incredible journey we’ve been on. I adore France and I’ve been known to say I could live in France if it weren’t for the smoking.
On our last night in Porto – or should I say morning – it was 1:38 a.m. and I was wide awake writing this post. Not by choice, believe me. Lesson learned, never – ever – book a hotel room on a bustling riverfront, on a Friday night, where there are bars and restaurants just below your hotel room window. Oy vey!
The kindness of strangers.
We walked from Vega de Valcarce to O Cebriero on a soggy sodden muckity mucked trail. Up and up and up we climbed, for hours. Horses use this section of the trail. Do I need to say more? The redeeming grace was the gift of spectacular views.
We sat basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun at a table on the Plaza Mayor in Villafranca. Every village on the Camino has a Plaza Mayor, I think it’s the law. 😉 Abi with his cerveza and me with Sangria, we sipped the cold refreshing drinks and desperately tried to keep our eyes open. We ordered mixed salads and another round. It was the perfect ending to a good day. Today. Day 25.