“When the rhythm changes, so does the dance” - African Proverb
I woke up early yesteday, had breakfast, and walked around the city of Besançon like I had nowhere to be.
I walked around an outdoor market.
I walked up the river.
I replaced my trail shoes at a helpful running store and stocked up on electrolyte tablets.
I ran up to find panoramic views of the city, the citadel, and birds.
I shared the trail with a horse and his rider.
The trail emptied and I found my way with the a road map through some small towns.
After 15km running, I was struggling in the hot sun. A girl named Kelly pulls over, hikes down the road to meet me, and offers to take me down the road. She just received her diploma to become a special education teacher so we celebrate!
I walk across a little bridge to find the accueil de pèlerin in Vuillafans where I am staying for the night.
They are surprised I am far earlier than the 10pm estimated arrival time given this morning, but welcome me with lemonade and cookies in their backyard. I have time to wash my clothes.
I take a nap and then have dinner with Solange. She has done the Camino in Spain and will do the Via Francigena with her husband later this year.
She says « On marche avec la tête ». I agree.