I was thankful to have shared all these memories of my travels with Frances; they would be etched into my heart forever.
Sunday June 6th 1802
When I woke up in the morning, the room was filled with chatter all around me. I could see that Frances was still asleep and since he had an emotional night I did not want to wake him up just yet. I slid out of bed and walked towards the firepit where everyone was gathered together enjoying breakfast.
The friendly woman from last night who spoke to me about the armored men approached me. The woman passed me a woven bowl that was filled with some form of porridge subsistence. The porridge smelled like corn but it tasted exactly like sweet corn, almost candy sweet and was topped with different fruits.
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