Motz

August 23, Friday
One is NOT the loneliest number
Frangy to Motz, 25 km, unplanned 😂

Laurence was a great host at her apartment in Frangy. She, who is a teacher, lives with her 17 years old son Gabriel and will return to school in two weeks. Good enough, English, that we could chat. Lovely simple dinner of salad and salmon. I slept in one of the three bedrooms, while Gabriel was playing video game in his room till late.

Let's call today's walk planned and unplanned. I meant to walk to Motz in about 18 km. Sebastian, who slept in the forest field past Frangy, texted me that he and Ryan the Spanil dog would wait for me before Seyssel, a supposedly pretty town on the River Rhone I read about Seyssel before and decided to join them.

Once out of Frangy, there was a steep climb on a STONY path. After looking at the map, I decided to cut through the field of wild grass to avoid the stones. It turned out it was still a climb and did not save much time---maybe from the sharp edges of the stones. Then, I missed a sign and took the wrong path closed by. After about 200 m, I sensed an error and turned back to find the right track.

I often said that walking a Camino is walking life. Many mistakes and errors are made, and we somehow would figure it out and move back to the "right" track, your own track. Happy and unhappy things occur, and we find ways to overcome it, albeit it is difficult. Other people's pastures may be greener, but we all have different books. Not all books are the same. Only one can write one's own book. And anyone can be a great writer in her/his own right. But keep writing it.

I finally met up with Sebastian, and we walked down to Seyssel for lunch. It was so hot that even Ryan, the dog, was staring at my Red Bull! Seyssel was a bit disappointing at the riverside. I thought it would be prettier, like in Geneva at the riverbank. We walked along the river path until we CLIMBED again! Almost 400 m to Motz. The auberge at least was a great place to stay overnight. People would drive long distances to here to eat - a remote village at the top of the hill with a church and some houses. Sebastian explained to me how to taste and eat cheese and other foods - he confessed he was a foodie. And I admitted that I eat anything presented to me, as long as they agree with my stomach. More than 50 guests showed up, and the waitresses were buzzing. It was a great evening after a long, exhausting hike.

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