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“Happiness Tree, one out of many, probably set up for Constance<\/a>\nManager Philippe welcomed us warmly, speaking Flemish, in the completely empty convent of St, Sever. A dormitory for Con and another one for me. Philippe kept orating, while we still had so much to do: showering, washing clothes, cooking food, route planning for tomorrow. Con wanted to plan her bus to the station for her return home tomorrow . I wanted to arrange my route for tomorrow, 30 km., prepare an overnight stay for tomorrow, call son Serv\u00e9 who will come and join me tomorrow for a week etc. Anyway, eventually Philippe disappeared . I brought Leon 1 km away from here, attached to a long rope to a tree at the side of a dead ending street. Should I warn all the surrounding expensive houses with long driveways that Leon is here? We dare omitting that. I just wanted to step under the shower when I hear Philippe calling me again. I want to take a shower now, I say. But it is urgent., Philippe shouted. Hey, two new pilgrims, was my first thought. I hold a short towel like a fig leaf in front of my waist and step out of the shower cubicle. I had put my clothes in the washing drum. Hola, police. My dog \u200b\u200bor my horse, was my first thought. Then I saw that one of the two goofies (Mastricht dialect for police) who stood waiting in front of my shower was a female. But I quickly dressed with old clothes, because the laundry drum was not ready. Follow!, they ordered me like a dog. I was sitting cozy in the rear of the police car and we went the three of us, on Christmas Day, to the horse. I asked them, isn’t it shit that you have to work on Christmas day? An evasive answer. Arriving at dear Leon a crowd of at least ten men and women was awaiting me. The rope was too long. He was on the street and they could not pass Leon with their expensive cars. Nonsense. If they move their cars half a meter on the grass those few residents of this dead end road could easily pass Leon. I shortened the rope in front of the people and tell them a story about a 60-plusser who is crossing Europe as a pilgrim during one year, along with his horse and dog, while running for charity, etc. They increasingly began to smile and understand. The problem solved again. The police politely took me back to my shower. The policewoman did not want to join me. Tosca has a room for herself.
\nWhat turns out? The phone neither receives, nor sends SMS. Moreover I cannot call. 1000 Bombs and grenades , I can’t book a hostel, impossible to call Serv\u00e9 what time and where he should come tomorrow, unpossible to answer my nice , sweet and other text messages , lost possible contact with the outside world . Moreover, I miss the charging wire of the phone. Just turn the phone off and on again , says Con. Then I received sms again , but sending still fails . I found the charging wire back . Was in the wrong bag . Good luck. So, just like always, everything turns out fine again.
\nSoup was made \u200b\u200bin advance by Con , tasty fried eggs with cheese and sausage , leftover potato salad , music , last night classical, tonight salsa, blitz . Nice talking on the phone home and with the children. At the end of our Xmas diner our landlady brought us some left overs from goose liver. Very nice.
\nNow I still want to find a wifi spot to put this story on the blog and to read yesterday’s reactions and then going to bed early , because tomorrow the day will start very early due to the long route of 30 km. to Bougue .<\/p>\n
<\/a> Christmas dinner is entirely Constances work <\/p>\n <\/a>Christmas shopping
\n <\/a> That’s promising. Mmm <\/p>\n