My Fair Lady withstanding, the rain in Spain does not stay mainly in the plain. It’s been staying in the mountains for several days. Severe wind warnings today with thunderstorms forecast for midday convinced us both to share a taxi with Camino friends to get to Sarria, our overnight stop.

Sarria, sad to say, is a charmless town. We’re here all day without much to see or do. Gray, drizzly skies and sour moods made for a sorry kind of day.

Lori took a long nap. Jane went to work diagnosing and treating her toes in hopes that she can walk the Camino tomorrow.

In the afternoon, the rain ceased and Lori, revived from the nap, headed out for a walk. Jane rested. Each doing what felt right lifted our spirits.

The sun is trying to break through, which lifts our spirits, and (maybe?) helps us see the silver lining. We both worked hard to get here. Trained for two summers, overcame broken bones, a torn hamstring, and doubts about our ability to make this trek at all.

We’ve met some amazing, gracious, and inspiring fellow travelers from across the world. We’ve experienced the northern Spain countryside, cities, and people in walking space and time, a perspective one never gets speeding down a highway. We’re 60 miles away from the goal, six more days, and we’ll get to Santiago, by hook, or by crook!