Friday 17th September 2010 St Hilaire FR.


As the Pilot’s friends are here, we decide to have a BBQ under the awning. It works a treat, and I’m supposed to be in charge of it, although I hear some familiar language in the distance and I leave to explore. I am well received in a group of about 20 Spaniards and it warms my heart to be able to speak a language I know and understand. There is warm liquor going around called ‘Pacharan’, and I get offered it and it is gladly received. I wonder whether this will be enough to kick my cold out of my body.
Suddenly I am standing side by side to the Pilot and wondering how he found me here. Not altogether impossible because of the Spanish talking, but still, I was quite a while away. I go back to the BBQ and find the Snail filled with more of the Pilot’s friends. We enjoy the BBQ and I go back to bed hoping my cold has gone.
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