Day 3

Mary kicked us out at 7:15. French breakfast is bread and coffee.
We climbed the Napoleon way. Which is French hills and country
and hills. We stormed past other "pelegrinos" at a pit-stained pace
but didn't meet any until we slowed. Lawrence, Isabel, Alice, Jeremy, Lydia, Pipi.
Quebec, Seattle, Holland, Belgium, Tulsa, Denmark. All today.
Downhill trekking is hard on the knees. We're hoping twelve hours
of sleep will be our reprieve.

We love you all, but can't say we miss you (yet).