The Le Puy route is hard. I'm on day whatever and it's still hard to find motivation in the morning but somehow I keep going. I'm currently in Limogne.
The day after my first post I met a young German and Dutch couple that have now become dear friends. They ended in their trip in Conques and I've missed them since. Most people ended in Conques, I haven't seen many people on the road since except people heading in the opposite direction.
My blisters became much worse due to me trying to travel at a pace beyond what my body could handle, but the friends I made wouldn't let me lag behind by myself and I didn't want them to wait for me. So here I am now with healing blisters but now I have bum knees, other foot pains, and I think I might lose a toenail.
Everyone I've met has been extremely kind to me even though I can't speak any French. I only met one rude lady but I think she was homeless and crazy. I figured that bit out later when I realized she was standing in a cave talking to herself but she really didn't like me saying, "bonjour madame" when I should have said "bonswa". She gave me the worst look, then again my French is the worst.
Still a beautiful country, except Decazeville, avoid that town like the plague. France could have a few less hills but those are getting smaller as I head south. It's also been raining nearly everyday which makes skating a little difficult because everyone wants to see me whiz by them but I'm afraid of wiping out on the wet roads.
Hopefully I'll see one of you on the road. Also if you meet a stern German fellow named Joachim, tell him to slow down because I miss our conversations.