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Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind – Dr. Seuss.

After uploading my post yesterday I returned to the Donativo and spent the afternoon chatting away with Jean Pierre, Christophe, and the Belgian couple. I sat under the afternoon cloud, feeling the wind pick up and observing from a distance washing chores being completed to the backdrop of a perfectly acceptable image of paradise:


I also chipped in in my own way and helped Jean Pierre move some large stones for his rock garden, although I couldn’t help but feel that it was a case of work for work’s sake.

Earlier when I was having lunch at the cafe on the hill the owner had cursed Jean Pierre because he ran a Donativo. The cafe owner explained that all Donativo owners were pirates – presumably because Jean Pierre has his Donativo before the cafe owner and the cafe owner (who could just about muster up a semi-decent omelette) wasn’t happy with some of his potential business being soaked up by Jean Pierre. I explained this to Jean Pierre:



I finally dragged myself away from Pierre’s in the late afternoon, just as the first drops of rain made their way onto the dusty earth underfoot, and made my way towards Condom. The storm came and for the entire length of the 11km walk to Condom I was drenched in that afternoon existential shower from above:


Arriving to Condom in the evening I found a cafe, had a coffee, and then searched out a place where I could grab a (dry) night’s sleep. I found an entrance to a building which had cover and slept snug in my sleeping bag while my clothes (hung to dry on my walking stick) made a feeble attempt at becoming less soaked. At first light this morning I awoke to equally wet clothes and the prospect of again strapping my socks to my rucksack in the hope that they will dry through the day, and of course walking onwards without socks and in wet boots.

It looks like it is going to be another wet day, but it could be worse. It could be snowing for example.

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  1. Hihi, exactly one year ago I started in Le Puy-en-Velay, and in the Aubrac I had 4 days of snow. So yeah it couldn’t be worse… Love to follow your journey. Enjoy the Camino !!!

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