It rained and it poured and it turned to mud. 29 kilometers later we got to Najera. We also discovered where the gold the Spanish took from South America went….INTO EVERY CHURCH IN SPAIN!!!
We lost Anne on the path, we lost Maggie to tendinitis, we lost Gary when we turned left and we turned right and we lost the Buen Camino in us all….So really, all that came to mind were songs….
Singing in the Rain
It’s Raining Men
Raindrops keep falling on my head
It raining, it’ pouring
Who’ll stop the rain
Let it rain
Purple Rain
Can’t stand the Rain
I can see clearly now the rain is gone (well almost)…..
Enjoying my Camino fix. Hopefully you are now walking on sunshine.