Mud, mud, more mud

Miserable day squelching through the mud yesterday. Difficult to sit for a picnic or a rest when everything is saturated, too. But as usual, Camino magic prevailed and I happened on a donativo and one of the hospitaleros gave me a bowl of soup she'd just made. A Brazilian friend sat down opposite, some Queenslanders I've walked with came in and we all decided to stay. Not only did the hospitaleros wash and dry my muddy clothes they served us more home made food, engaged us in some games and we talked about what we'd found on the Camino late into the night (9pm!!! Terribly late for pilgrims!)

La Fuente, the albergue 

Cheery pilgrims 

Mud

Thought I glimpsed a roo in the oaks then the scent of gum trees wafted over - must be nearly time to go home!!!