Lourdes, HEAVY!

This week, I drove down to Lourdes to visit a friend in the hospital there. Seeing as though he was alternating between states of excrutiating pain and disorientation from morphine, I thought it would be highly inappropriate not to commemorate April Fools Day. So, I kept calling him along the way telling him I was getting more and more hopelessly lost making him explain to me what would be the way back to the right roads. I am thoroughly impressed with his knowledge of the region. Walking down his hospital hallway, I told him I was in Tarbes. It was a relief for him when I walked through the door and he didn't have to give me any more directions. Hahahaha.