And I haven't done any serious hiking/training this season as I did a year ago, so I will just have to go slowly, with shorter "stages" and hope for the best. For some reason, although I am a member of several Meet-up hiking groups, all the hikes are either far-away, held on Sunday mornings, or held after work on weekdays. I guess they need some more retired people leading because a hike at dusk when mosquitoes are at their peak level of annoyance is not something I want to do, and Sunday mornings are not an option. So I have been limiting myself to the occasional early morning Lake Frank outing with the dogs, or my Saturday dog socialization hikes with others, or walks to Rockville's Maryvale Park. Physical therapy has been keeping my upper torso in shape, which is fine, but hardly helpful for my upcoming camino needs, and my trips to the gym have become less frequent because of my crazy schedule. Winning a free course at the Alliance Française [for answering correctly all of the questions on contest about French cinema and filmmaking] has not exactly been well timed either!
Dogs at Meadowbrook Park |
I did use my reference librarian skills a today for someone on the Via Podiensis Facebook page, and tracked down an MP3 downloadable version of Jean-Claude Bénazet 's pilgrim song which I have cited elsewhere in this blog. Written in 1989, it has become the most popular song sung by the French walking the Via Podiensis. If you click of the link of the "pilgrims song" above you can hear Bénazet's commentary [in French] along with him singing it the way it supposed to be sung [like a march]. The downloadable version hyperlinked here is sung by the monks of the Catholic order of Prémontrés at the abbey in Conques ["MP3 downloadable version"]. I've been listening to it so often now that I can't seem to get it out of my head when I walk the dogs. . .
Tous les matins nous prenons le chemin,
Tous les matins nous allons plus loin.
Jour après jour, la route nous appelle,
C’est la voix de Compostelle.
Tous les matins nous allons plus loin.
Jour après jour, la route nous appelle,
C’est la voix de Compostelle.
Ultreïa ! Ultreïa ! E sus eia Deus adjuva nos !
Chemin de terre et chemin de Foi,
Voie millénaire de l’Europe,
La voie lactée de Charlemagne,
C’est le chemin de tous les jacquets.
Voie millénaire de l’Europe,
La voie lactée de Charlemagne,
C’est le chemin de tous les jacquets.
Ultreïa ! Ultreïa ! E sus eia Deus adjuva nos !
Et tout là-bas au bout du continent,
Messire Jacques nous attend,
Depuis toujours son sourire fixe,
Le soleil qui meurt au Finistère.
Messire Jacques nous attend,
Depuis toujours son sourire fixe,
Le soleil qui meurt au Finistère.
Ultreïa ! Ultreïa ! E sus eia Deus adjuva nos !
Also, I have just ordered the newest available copies of the Miam-Miam-Dodo, GR 65 : Le Puy-en-Velay à Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port and the Topo-guide Sentier vers Saint-Jacques-de-Compostelle via le Puy-Figeac-Moissac-Rocamadour-La Romieu from Amazon.fr which should arrive at my Paris place before I leave.
I am now in Vernon Hills, Illinois, visiting my Mother before I leave on Tuesday. My two dogs will be staying with some doggie friends in Lake Bluff.
Zoé and Jacques |
Yesterday we celebrated my mother's 91st birthday.
My mother with Karin's dog, "Matilda" |
And today three of us took her for lunch at a restaurant in Winthrop Harbor on the Wisconsin border on an otherwise dreary, rainy day. Although it finally stopped raining, it was very misty so we couldn't even see the boats nearby. . .
My sister Karin and me |
Meanwhile there is a little park near my Mother's place where I walk a mile or so each morning. . .
Hawthorn Mellody Park |