I woke up this morning to rain. And it rained and drizzled for the better part of the day.
I started out with my Altus poncho on, but once the heavy rain stopped, I removed it and walked in my shirt and vest. The problem with any rainwear is condensation on the inside making it equally wet inside as outside.
Again it was a day of many small farm villages, necessitating cow plops hopping, only difference today was they were very, very wet.
At one point I got angry with another peregrina in a cafe and delivered some cross words when she burst in front of me in line and ordered herself a beer. She didn’t understand a word I was saying but I’m sure she understood my tone. But when she sat down at a table and rolled up up pants leg, it was obvious by the size of her knee that she was injured.
I felt badly about my short temper and was able to speak with her later on the trail through the person she was limping along next to. I told her to ice the knee and wrap it with a bandage. A Camino lesson for me – don’t be so quick to jump to conclusions, this poor hurt peregrina obviously needed that beer more than I needed to be waited on next.
So went my day; it seemed as though every pilgrim on the trail today passed me up. I even missed a yellow arrow and continued walking the wrong way for a bit. Funny thing though, this small voice inside told me I was going the wrong way before too much distance was covered and I retraced my steps back to the Camino.
I enjoy walking in the rain, the forests look so magical when it is misty or raining. Today I walked 13.81 miles/22.4 kms in 6.5 hours including stops.