Sleepless in sarlat... Sleepless in Sarlat.... I didn't sleep well my last night in Sarlat. It all started when Jim claimed he stepped on a cockroach. I examined the corpse attached to the bottom of his foot. Looked like a cricket to me. After asking me five times if I thought it was a cockroach I could see there was no turning back his assumption that he had indeed squashed one with his barefoot. It didn't really matter to me because, we already had eaten dinner so if I ate one, I didn't know it,if one pooped on my pork chop I didn't know that either and I'm still alive. I think that got him spooked for the night. Sometime in the middle of the night he swore he heard cockroaches on the curtain so he was up inspecting with his flashlight phone. Anyone who knows him knows it's impossible for him to whisper so he has to tell me about this in full volume. Then later he heard noises, up again...Then I guess all this had me creeped out because I kept dreaming that my scalp had some gross disease and I was pulling sheets of gross skin off of my head. We still managed to wake up fairly early and pretty quick here well be getting our first look at the mediterranean ocean.Hoping for a a good glass of sparkling wine and some tapas tonight.