It rained. A lot. All day. And the wind blew. The rain came at us almost horizontally. Fortunately the strong winds were at our back, or walking would have been impossible. It soaked my trousers and plastered them to my legs. Water dripped from my cuffs into my shoes. Socks got soggy and blisters started to form.
That night, after looking at the forecast and seeing that there was only rain to look forward to for days, I laid awake thinking of all the reasons that this Camino thing was a bad idea. All the reasons I should just get a quick flight home. Save money, get work done, avoid suffering.
But morning came, I got up and started walking again.