Yay Mud

 Mud means flat. Mud means no rocks. Mud means cool. Mud is so nice and soft and such a welcome sight I felt like flopping down and rolling around in it.

I don't have a problem with staying in B & Bs except when I'm the only guest there - which is every time so far. People are extremely nice but it's a lot of work for me. Just remembering everybody's name is hard enough. Last night it was Isabelle & Jean-Luc, the dog Nino, their friend whose name started with an M, and the awesome little 10 month old grandson whose name I never did catch.

I knew from my guidebook that there was an actual hotel in the town I'm in now so when Jean-Luc told me he'd call a good B & B for me I practically swatted the phone out of his hand. I told him I need the anonymity of a hotel every now and then and he understood.

It's 56km to a small city called Castres, which is the most populated place between Montpellier and Toulouse. Obviously I can't make it there by tomorrow. From what I've read most people take three days to get there from here but I've decided to make a dash for it. I called a B&B 28km from here and the lady can take me tomorrow for €35.  I'll do the same the next day and be in Castres Monday night. I just booked a room at a nice place there for two nights. Now I'll put together my "to do" list for while I'm there.