Well it wouldn't be proper to walk the Camino through a part of Spain noted for its green forested path-ways, lush pasture, and high average rainfall without experiencing a modicum of precipitation.
Well rest assured dear reader today was our day, it precipitated from the moment we set foot outside our 'pousada'. It would be fair to say in fact p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-persisted in p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-p-precipitating down for the vast majority of our walking today which was fortunately only 15 kilometres in length. Just in case you are dismissing this with a 'well that is hardly worth doing'; we descended numerous occasions into valleys and (you guessed it) there was frequently an ascent at the bottom.

It would be fair to say it wasn't always head down and bum up there were pockets of bluish grey hues where we could enjoy our surroundings, oak forests, and farmland, have our credentials stamped and dated and continue our journeyings. Today went very very quickly. We stopped in a cafe to wring out sodden hair hats and scarves and drink luxuriously of our cafe con leche whilst seeing how far to the next hamlet only to discover we were 700 m frm Arzua and 1.5 kms from Pazo Santa Maria a steep uphill climb but when it came into view oh la la we felt like we stepped into a very posh chalet in France. We actually both feel like frauds as we fully expected to do the albergue thing but have quickly dismissed that intrusive thought - we are after all on holiday so bring it on.
Rested and revitalised washing done we set off to explore our new home for the night and the hamlet of Arzua. Our home had welcoming inner sanctuaries where we could rest, read and relax but as the sun dazzled us with its entry this afternoon we donned our tevas and set off to explore Arzua resting as it is the sabbath. We were fortunate to strike a small bar where we ordered a spanish trumpet and watched as the sun played hide and seek with the rain. It soon tired of its game and stayed with us long enough for us to complete our stroll and return to the sanctuary of our pazo. Washing all dried upon our return. The keeper of our accommodation had heating on for his weary peregrinos.
We are now dining and oh my goodness we are being wined and dined with cuisine neither have us have ever tasted. Starting with deep fried Arzua cheese and fruit of the forest and galacian hard crusted bread the entree was deep fried garlic hot shrimps from A Coruna Iberian pork belly from Galacia and finishing with crepes from Spain. Steve had deep fried ham croquettes and salad a dish from Galacia.