And I’m Off!
When in April the sweet showers fall
And pierce the drought of March to the root, and all
The veins are bathed in liquor of such power
As brings about the engendering of the flower,
When also Zephyrus with his sweet breath
Exhales an air in every grove and heath
Upon the tender shoots, and the young sun
His half-course in the sign of the Ram has run,
And the small fowl are making melody
That sleep away the night with open eye
(So nature pricks them and their heart engages)
Then people long to go on pilgrimages
And palmers long to seek the stranger strands
Of far-off saints, hallowed in sundry lands
(The Canterbury Tales, a modern translation)
Buen camino, brother! I am praying for you. We enjoyed hosting the missus for brunch and missed your nerdy physical presence.
Bueno Camino.
And thanks for the horrible flashback to HS English.
I had to memorize that prologue in Middle English, and I still remember most of it.
Chaucer – How fitting! Good luck! Looking forward to hearing “Thom’s Tales”