La daabacay: 12.09.2022
Until now, we always woke up early when staying overnight close to the Earth, but not this morning: at half past seven we opened our eyes and started packing up our utensils.
In the late afternoon, we arrive at our accommodation; Rowland is British, over 70, has been living here for 20 years, his wife has been dead for 7 years, his niece has convinced him to offer 'Bed and Breakfast' for occupation, which he has been doing successfully since then. He likes to tell stories, forgets some things, and has a very nice sense of humor.
Among other things, he recommends a bistro in the next village, where our appearance and our poor French cause a stir; eventually, the landlady, an eloquent British woman, and the landlord (his contribution to the conversation: oui, oui, it's good!) stood by our table to finalize the ordering process; however, the food was delicious and the Leffe went wonderfully down the throat after the hot day.
Along the way, vineyards keep popping up, with grapes that taste magnificent.
Currently, the farmers are busy harvesting the sunflower fields. I noticed how slow the combine harvester is working during this activity.