Day 4. Grealou to St-Jean de Laur
We got up well rested. We took our breakfast upstairs in the kitchen of the house. I could see the sky and the great colors. I quickly took a picture.
When we were ready to leave the rain has started. We put our raincoat and covered our bags. We found the trail and followed it for a while but then we were not sure at all which direction to go.
We followed a trail but it was wrong. We backtracked our steps to only take another direction (walking along a road) and it was wrong also. We only needed to see the markers: two horizontal lines, one white, on red but there were nowhere. How frustrating! Finally a nice man driving saw us and stopped to tell us where to go and told us also that this section of the GR-65 was not very well marked.
I was so happy when we got back on track .The rain had stopped. We walked until we reached the town of Cajarc. We found a little park with a picnic table and we had something to eat. On the other side of the park , there were some public washrooms.
We walked through the town stopping quickly to see the inside of the church ( it was open).
And then walk, walk, walk. Mostly we were in the countryside. Fields of corn and sunflowers.
We only saw 2 pilgrims that day. There we going further than us. I was really happy when we reached our gite, le Mas de Jantille. Roger and Colette have renovated this old farm to make this gite for the pilgrims. They have been doing the camino and they know exactly what we are our need.
Colette welcomed us with a cold drink. We chatted a bit with her. I had reserved our beds on line a few weeks before we left for our trip. That gite had 10 beds but that night we were the only one to stay there. We had time to do some wash, had a shower and rest a bit. We bought some food in the little “grocery store” of the gite. We chose what we wanted and put the money in a box. We cooked our dinner ( pasta with sauce and cheese) and enjoyed some red wine. We prepared some boiled eggs to bring with us and eat the next day.
We were not going all the way to Santiago but those reminders were interesting to see.
Thanks for reading my story on the Camino.