19th October 2007
We were on the but at 8.30.
We stooped in a village which
the guide called The two Marias. It is a
vacation village and there were not many people about.
We saw some flamencos on a
lake. And we stopped at the market. Mostly the inborns were shopping there
today.
It was rather cold and my
cloths were in the bus's luggage room. So I bought an Irish wool jumper.
Next stop was in an old fort
town. Called Eck mort. I write this by pronunciation. It means Death Lakes.
This town was founded by
Ludwig the 9th. They set up
twice from here on crusades.
This was once a sentury for
prostestants and then one big jail for Huguenots.
We walked in the fort town.
In once place Pálmi saw a shop where you can buy wine, which they tap for you
in bottles. We bought one. It cost 1.40 but the woman let my pay 2.10. I did
not say anything. The owner saw this and made her correct it. It had all been a
mistake and these were very honest people. I liked the French anywhere we went.
We looked at the church. We
were looking for a toilet when we met people in our group who asked me to help
them buy disinfect in the drugstore. They could not explain what they wanted. I
helped the people and they told us where the toilets are so that was a good exchange
Next stop was a gas station.
I could swear that my friend Eka was walking there. I saw her from behind and
she looked like her, dressed like her , the same kind of figure. Her side
profile looked the same. Then she looked at me. She looked very much like Eka
but was not her.
Now we are in Spain. In Catalonia. Pálmi saw a
sign that someone had made by the road and it said Catalonia
is not Spain.
We dined in the
Catalan
Village. It is new but
made like an Catalan village.
We are on Costa
Brava. The town is Lloret de Mar. We have a very nice, big room
facing the swimming pool.
I rented a key for the
security box and for the fritz. I will get the money back when I go.
Dinner at 8 and there is
plenty of everything. The red and rosa wine is
free. Some people did not like the food at the French hotel. They were disappointed in French cooking but when we came to Annecy later they really liked the food. We are sitting at a table with the
farmers Asta and Bjarni and we are to be at the same table while we are here.
After dinner we went to the
dance down stairs. Asta and Bjarni are very good dancers.
The pictures are from the French shop. The fort. The trees are seen from the Catalan village and the houses from our room.
