walking in the rain

oh boy,
here we go again. this keyboard has it´s own spirit. i would like big type, but no. it´s tiny. i hope you can read it.
barb and i have been walking in the rain for 4 days. either cats and dogs or a light irish mist. we see giant fincas with sheep or goats or pigs, all free range. they live with beautiful cork trees, and oaks. there are green hills, ending in grey foggy horizons. it is peaceful and beautiful. quiet, no people, no traffic. yes, we are so wet and often cold. soaked feet , wet socks, snacks standing under a tree. but we laugh and shake our heads.
we checked the weather all the time before we left and expected 80s with sun. we were worried about being too hot. i told barb, no, no wool or down.now, we would kill for a wool sweater. and dry boots.
we have many new friends- michael and his son paul from southern germany, 3 men walking with two real donkeys from france, iris and her boyfriend raphael, and francesca and ricardo from italy. most are here for easter break so we will have a new family next week perhaps.
i want to tell you about last night. barb and i arrived in real de las jara yesterday afternoon so cold and wet. the albergue was way at the edge of town and we couldn´t find the person with the key. we went to a bar and had coffee. we asked about a pension and were led to a perfect, warm dry home close to the church. at 6 the bells started ringing and we went to the service. the church was a moorish design outside and pure white inside, except for a brilliant gold alterpiece. there were many people, we squeezed into a pew. mass began, signing from a young peoples choir of 10 or 12. two who sang solos, had voices so pure and steady. the priest was quiet and seemed very humble. he did a service of washing the feet of the servers. maybe this is comon for holy thursday, but it touched me so. during communion the lovely voices sang to guitar music, like sagovia. after we went outside and there were our friends. they had come for the processiontypical of holy week. it consists fo 20 men carrying a float out of the church and around the area. the float is huge with a statue of jesus carrying a cross. people cheered the efforts to carry the float. there was a band playing typical holy week music, the trumpet is unbelievable. i have a movie ( later when i get home) and will buy a cd of the music. i love it.
after our little family went to dinner. wine, laughter, french,german and english wordsmixing up around our table. then to bed.
in the morning more walking in rain, stepped through little streams, around big ones, and here we are.
tomorrow is 29 km our longest yet. we hear it may be sunny. and maybe we will find our family again.did i say the albergue is closed in this town and that was our meeting place.
barb and i have so mucch fun. we say right here right now all the time. that is all there is we can control so little on the camino. it´s really fun.
we love you. and tañlpof you all the time. what?
mom nonna mary