I am writing this post using my handwritten Journal, a gift from my eldest daughter. I had stopped to record a number of times during the day. I began the day checking for emails and found two from my wife. with walking from the hostel to the Gare de Lyon where I will be catching the first of two trains. The distance walked to the train station was somewhere between five and six kilometres. I had arrived in plenty of time to catch my train, but I somehow made my way to the wrong track and missed it. Thankfully, I was able to catch a later train that would still get me to Le Puy in time to register as a pilgrim.
By eight in the evening, I had arrived, registered for the pilgrimage, and checked into my hostel for the night. I had booked this hostel before leaving Canada, as I had the hostel in Paris. From here on in, I will find lodgings along the way. My foot hurts and I wonder if I can do this, if my body can do this. So many doubts are washing over me. Yet, I knew that there is no way that I would quit before I even started.
I didn’t take many photos in Le Puy because of my late arrival time in this city.