Did you know that a giraffe does not make a sound like other animals? A dog barks, a cat meows, a horse neighs, a donkey brays… “what sound does a giraffe make?” was a question our host faced from her young daughter when they first moved to Navarrenx and had started renovating the property they had recently bought. The question arose after they discovered a tall chimney on the property, vestiges of a previous life as a bakery, and they both imagined a giraffe 🦒 peeking through some of the holes that had formed over the years of neglect. Not being able to answer her daughter regarding the particular question, mum duly did some research and found to her amazement, that giraffes in actual fact are mute! Interesting, however there is more to this tale. The renovation was to create a Gite, a type of B&B mainly for pilgrims sharing dorm like rooms and other facilities… and they were in need of a name! “What better name than The cry of the giraffe? Something that doesn’t actually exist?” The name was made even more fitting by a further piece of information… giraffes in fact, snore…. and so do pilgrims!
This and many other stories were shared at the dinner table this evening. Three French, a South Korean, a South African, two Swiss, ourselves and our hosts. It has been a repeat performance evening after evening in the Gites and the farm houses. Sometimes Bill and I are the only English speakers present and everyone tries hard to speak a little English and a little French. Despite the language barrier it is undeniably a time of conviviality. Everyone comes together to eat, share the food, the drink and the day’s stories. The hosts serve the food and drinks, give a history of their provenance and generally ease everyone into the conversation. They also provide you with lots of information… closest boulangerie, (lunch for the day ahead), pharmacy, bank, weather forecast and the best way out of town!
These are the type of people Bill calls angels without wings. The come into our lives just as we start to waver from our intentions. They turn up and provide just the right amount of encouragement or just the right thing that you need at that very moment. This morning after three hours of walking, two big climbs and the heat beginning to make itself unpleasant, we came across a cafè. The owner came towards us offering cool drinks and suggesting a snack from his menu. Seeing we were pilgrims he also suggested a sandwich and then described a picnic spot… only two hour’s walk away! Yes, it was all he said and two hours later we joined a number of other pilgrims, at a picnic table, surrounded by a small forest and a fountain for drinking water.
Our hosts, not only welcomed us warmly but offered to do our laundry … and had it ready for us to collect after a delicious meal. At the church, there was a welcoming committee encouraging pilgrims to learn about the history of the place and inviting them to stay for Mass and a special blessing. This is where we met Richard again… three times in one day! He has been like a guardian angel… offering advice… meals, weather report, short cuts and “I will ask for you!” whenever there is a lot of French spoken and we look like we have no idea about what is going on.
These encounters have been a blessing, a gift. Without them we would have lost heart on occasion. Special angels without wings but with a smile, a kind word and a sharing of themselves unreservedly, expecting nothing in return.