is the day of departure for us.
We spend the early morning to settle some routine business, to do some shopping bags and our practice before we travel to the club for 43 to Pueblo do our formal presentation.
This club has the number 43 because it was the 43rd open club in the world! Their Headquartered in an old chapel converted into a restaurant.
We are now well established. Julien and Nicolas install the projector, laptop and all equipment while Mary and I assist them morally
;-) The room is full and contains about 80 people. Each of us moves at a different table to get to know our hosts. Lunch is punctuated with announcements and presentations, then comes our turn. We proceed as before and are greeted with applause.
is time to leave our friends from Pueblo to get to Durango.
It is difficult all of us to say goodbye but as the song says, this is a goodbye and we keep in touch. Tonight, I have already received 3 emails and 3 emails from Pueblo Colorado Springs. We give the blog address and they follow us day after day, somehow, because I write in French as you notice.
The trip to Durango is about 6 hours. The landscape changes gradually as we move forward. We leave the arid plateau of Pueblo with temperatures around 40 ° C to enter more deeply into a mountainous and verdant. The fabulous landscape that we find is similar to what I saw in the Quebec region. The temperature drops a good fifteen degrees to become frankly very cool evening.
way, we stopped in Pagosa, in the woods in front of a beautiful log home to be greeted by new Rotary friends. The welcome is warm immediately, without protocol, relaxed. We'll meet the owner, Jody Mc Aliston, Rotary, Sharon (Rotary) and Chris Crump and Wayne Bodon also Rotarian who will accompany us after dinner in Durango. Despite the fatigue of the day, caught the mood, we converse herringbone. As always, the curiosity of both sides was at its height. We taste the fish and buritos lack suffocate us as the sauce is spicy, which of course raises the general hilarity.
8:00 p.m. rings and we start to regret exchanging business cards and promising to meet again. Durango is still 30 minutes away. The trip ends in the parking lot of a great hotel where we meet our host families, all present at the time the appointment. We transfer our luggage in the cars of each other and set off on our own duly provided the detailed program of the following days.
I am personally housed at Glen and Mary Sears, a couple in their seventies quite charming. We drove night and plunge us again and again deep in the woods, the road ending in a sort of track. It's night and I see nothing. We arrived after about thirty minutes before a stunning cottage. Mary Glen and I are visiting the main house and offer me an apple juice while we get acquainted. In the kitchen stands a picture of the cathedral of Strasbourg ... It is time to go to bed and I'm driving in the guest house totally available to me. Once alone, I go out onto the terrace to admire the nearly full moon which light filters through the canopy. I'm in the middle of a forest, I hear a hoot in the distance ... I savor this moment of intense peace and wait impatiently for the next day to discover this place that I imagine sumptuous.
Christine
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