I would like to offer my evaluation/observation on yesterdays’s mud bath, photo was included. I rarely use the word epoch unless lunch with Hugh and Sineade. However, yesterday was EPOCH, the rain was absolutely biblical coming in all directions and unrelenting. We, at one point, sought refuge in a roadside shrine. We opened the small door, moved the floral arrangement to the side so we could both sit inside. We remained protected from the water apocalypse for about 20 minutes. Concluding the rain wasn’t going to stop or slow we moved on. Drenched but not broken, a single hill sat between us and our destination. It was a rather large hill. My Wildebeest takes it. Me , the Zebra, galloped forward but mid hill becomes a bit distracted perhaps by the incredible composition of the mud. As we have all been taught, an object in motion should remain in motion. It was at this point that I became a human toboggan hurling belly down the hill. It occurred to me that neither faith nor budget is commanding or directing this journey. Enjoy the ride, the Camino will provide.
Walking the Via Francigena 
Oh my goodness! Did you take out Edward on the way down the hill?
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At least you didn’t get hurt Paula. How fitting you find shelter from the rain in a shrine. Il cammino segerico protects you.
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The website invites Comment; What can one possibly say?? Wowza!!
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Hope you have recovered
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Very grateful you weren’t hurt! (except by the fact that Edward looks, as always, dapper in the rain 😂🤯)
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When we were kids slid down jebels and buttes on our bejeaned butts. And we’re in heaven. But on our bellies? Ouch. Hope you are okay!
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That was Teresa
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Here’s hoping that as the Camino giveth mud, there was a hot shower someplace that taketh it away!
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Glad you are safe. Hopefully it will be smooth sailing here on out…. Elena
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Holy hell, Paula! ❤️
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