As a child, I was taught not to take candy from strangers. However, I started talking to strangers and sometime taking candy. And as I got older, I learned that some strangers are stranger than others. And finally, I formed an opinion that I liked talking to strangers…because they have different perspectives.
A traveller for life.
On the brink of a thunderstorm, in a closed down campsite/trailer park I agreed to accept Jean-Claude’s offer. I translated our conversation to mean that I was going to his house to put my tent up on his lawn. I was wrong.
In the downpour, we ran to his car along with his 12 year old daughter and her very small dog. He tossed my bike in his trunk and mostly closed it. We rode to his house and waited patiently in the car for the rain to pause. It smelled like wet clothes and dog.
When I walked in the house, which was a small room full of boxes, a bathroom and a staircase, I thought: there must not be a lawn. But I was soaked and he told me to shower.
The bathroom had a large industrial roll of toilette paper and a dolphin shower curtain. He gave me a towel and discreetly, I took my wallet and passport with me.
Clean and in dry clothes, I sat on a cushion and stared at the French news beside the girl and the dog. “If there is a park, I can put my tent up there.” He was making dinner for the three of us. My thoughts: you ask for an authentic experience, and here it is. Why are you going to run away?
In France, the only proper way to serve a meal is in courses. We proceeded to have the most bizarre five course meal I have ever had… served and plated course by course. He gave me a glowing green drink, which I smiled and refused.
1st course: a slice of leftover microwaved pepperoni pizza
the fruit course: one slice of cantaloupe cut off the rind
main course: sliced potatoes with a diced red-pepper and a can of tuna-fish
cheese: Camembert, of course
Dessert: my choice of a 6 pack of yogurt and offer of an instant coffee. I chose pineapple and skipped the coffee.
The generosity was remarkable and it felt rude to leave. He prepared the bedroom for me. He would sleep downstairs.
When I ascended the stairs, I found a bed with a sheet pulled open in a neat triangle. I touched the mattress. I was a blow-up. And not fully blown up.
My french improved steadily during my cycle across France, by default. He told me he was a construction worker and moved a lot. The girl was in private school during the week and with him on weekend. The mother was not there.
I left at 7 AM after an instant coffee and a madeleine. I thanked him. He told me that I could not sleep in the rain. He has a heart.