Up and down.
Fine way. I walked on the top of the hills. I went to Saarburg because I could not find a place to stay in Merzkirchen, which was the intended goal of the stage. When I got there I met a huge sign telling: Die Herberge…
After a break, I was caught up by a young German walking to Santiago. We walked together for a while.
I arrived in France without knowing it. Suddenly, the signs were in French. It started to rain just before Sierck. Had to wait nearly two hours before I could put up the tent.
I remember I was thinking of Sierck when I was in Saint Jean Pied-de-Port. Both villages are at a border. Both have a fort. I have been looking forward full of expectation at both places.
Suddenly the signs were in French.
Sierck after the rain.
Scenery at sunset.