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Before I left yesterday morning the owner of the house packed a lunch for me and gave me a picture painted by Miguel, who lives in the house. The picture is the post photo for today’s post. Thank you very much Miguel!
The walk up to Rueggisberg was tough. It seemed never-ending. I finally reached this little village and joined the main Camino route again, enjoying a brief siesta in the church grounds:
Just before the village this group of cows posed for a group photo and I promised them I’d post it on my blog:
The little village of Rueggisberg has a beautiful ruins too:
It’s a shame though that I won’t be around for the yodelling concert:
From Rueggisberg the path starts a general progression downwards and the next town on the route is at Schwarzenburg. It was here that I decided to have my meal for the day – bread, cheese and a beer from the local supermarket – and I found a lovely spot by the chapel:
And inside the beautiful chapel:
Incidentally, just before Schwarzenburg I had a lay down for 5 minutes and another pilgrim (Yves) came walking along. Yves is from Geneva and he gave me his contact and would like to host me in Geneva when I roll into that town; which should be soon-ish.
Since joining the main Camino route again the signage has been excellent:
Although, I would question the accuracy of this one which displays on the path leading out of Schwarzenburg:
From Schwarzenburg the path winds slowly downwards through luscious countryside and eye candy pathways:
The way is dotted with quant villages; examples being the villages of St. Antoni and Tafers.
The pilgrim church at Tafers, with scallop shell pebbling:
It was beginning to grow dark when I reached Tafers and at almost 8:30pm I was beginning to tire. One thing led to another and I became the overnight guest of Agnes and Louis, in their beautiful house in the village just before Tafers. Both are in their late eighties, but both are youthful and with a wonderful sense of humour and very hospitable. Their daughter speaks very good English and she stopped by in the evening and morning to translate and it was a pleasure also speaking with her too.
I slept like a baby:
In the morning Agnes prepared an awesome breakfast.
The coffee was of the Bialetti kind and the cheese, from the local mountains, was too damn good:
I said my farewells, wished Agnes and Louis all the best for their 60th wedding anniversary which is coming up shortly, and headed off in the direction of Freiburg/Fribourg:
I really enjoyed my journey through the German-speaking part of Switzerland, but if given the choice then I would prefer to communicate in French; simply because I am able to express myself better in French than in German as I have experience of some high school French. As an example, when buying food and using the German language I can express myself along the lines of:
“Me hungry. Food? Thanks. Good bye”.
In French on the other hand, I am able to enquire whether the pâté offered in the amuse-bouche is coarse or smooth 🙂
I arrived in Fribourg about an hour ago and I’m going to go explore the city shortly.
The next part of the walk gently and calmly meanders along to the town of Romont.