So I grabbed my bag and came home.
Rolf, an inquisitive young Swiss carpenter. Katrina, a German girl who booked it past Roncesvalles on her first day! Two Spanish retirees. One climbing the Pyrenees, one that led us into Burgos. James, a lovely, funny, tall young Englishman with whom I chatted about beech forests and Hemingway. Diego, a young restless Italian architect with […]
Besides the enriching experience of teaching, the other benefit of being a teacher is the holidays it comes with. No, we don’t make bank, but not even French government employees get our kind of time off. So after unwinding in Chapel Hill and going on a nice ride with Rocinante (see previous posts) I jumped […]