It's happenned more than once. I'm about to dig in, someone says "good eating!", and wonders if they got it right. I enjoy the proud looks they have when I tell them that in my country we say "bon apetit."
It was another long one today. I ended up staying on the Canal du Midi all day today and it wasn't as horrible as I feared. At least terraIn-wise. Still, by the time I got to where I am now (seems like the Wilton, CT suburb of Toulouse) I was vowing to take a bus, rent a car or hitch a ride on a canal boat into the city.
I know this is my personal hang-up, and it's irrational but I have a weird fury toward serious cyclists. The pedestrian path along the canal is also an officially designated cycling path. Don't get me wrong, the families and regular folk that were cycling to get somewhere or for recreation are a pleasure to share the path with. It's the other 80% with their stupid lycra outfits, cycling shoes and serious cycle scowls that make me want to jam my walking stick through their front spokes.
Anyway, if you walk along a canal long enough, you get to see it in action. I passed at least 10 sets of locks today and towards the end I reached one just at the same time as a pleasure boat. It was pretty cool to watch the process. Just the couple on the boat doing the whole process themselves.
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