Church in Limoges and Arrival at Camp

Christophe preparing the barbecue

I had intended to wake up by 9, but my sleep deficit combined with a dark, quiet camper caused me to sleep until nearly 10.  I joined Christophe, Isabelle, and Babette just in time for breakfast, and then enjoyed a leisurely morning preparing for our trip, visiting with the family, and playing with Samuel, the youngest, and perhaps most extroverted of the Chenier brothers.  Matthieu and Timothee arrived right at noon with their grandparents.  Both had grown several inches since I saw them a year ago.

The Cheniers had originally planned to drive to camp on Monday and had even offered to give Babette and I a ride, though I told them I had my car anyway so that wouldn’t be necessary.  As it turned out, their car broke down just the day we arrived, so we ended up giving Matthieu and his older brother Nathaniel a ride in my car.  Timothee and his younger brother, Johan, would ride with another family from Limoges the next day.  It ended up working out quite well, and the parents were very thankful.

The church in Limoges was having its service in the afternoon, so we enjoyed a nice lunch outside, food prepared on the barbeque.  I was able to do a bit of laundry and by 4 we had packed up the car and were heading to church.  Peter Knickerbocker and his family were there, and we lingered for quite a while after the service, catching up on each other’s lives.  They had me play the piano for the service, and when I played the introduction for the first song, I got some confused looks and everyone started singing a completely different song.  Fortunately I recognized the other song and was able to adapt.  I thought I had the wrong hymnal, but later realized that I had simply turned to the page number and not the song number.  My bad!

I set the destination in the GPS and we followed Matthieu’s parents out of the church and down the road to the point where we parted ways.  We all waved out the window as they turned left and I turned right… right into a dead end road.  I held my head and cried “nous sommes perdus!”  It took me all of 10 seconds to get lost, and we all had a pretty good laugh.  The mistake was quickly corrected and from then on we didn’t make a single wrong turn.  As we motored south towards Toulouse, we enjoyed a long, sporadic parade of Tour de France vehicles heading up the northbound side.  Everything from caravans carrying dozens of bicycles to bizarre vehicles rigged out as parade float vehicles with giant cell phones or snack foods.

The GPS system didn’t have the camp’s road in its system, so I just picked some other road for my destination and hoped that I would start to recognize things when we got close.  By the time we reached the remote country roads heading into Escanecrabe, it was well past dark, and I wasn’t able to recognize much.  Fortunately though, we passed a forest I recognized and sure enough, the next road on the left was the one heading into camp.  We arrived around 11 pm, said our hellos to Tim and Elizabeth Knickerbocker, met a few of the other workers, and eventually headed off to bed.  Well, everyone else did, anyway.  I spent a few hours catching up on some work and this blog.  I finally found my pillow around 3:30.

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