We have found winter in Spain. Tonight will be our first night sleeping inside. We were chased in by torrential downpours that had us looking for arc building materials along the trail. We could see the sheets of rain coming from a mile off and they hit us like a wall of instant soak. My "waterproof" pants didn't stand a chance. As we walk I like to imagine that the pain that has come to live in my feet and knees is just part of the process of sin digestion. The wrong doings have to work their way down the body, you know, pausing at each joint as we pause at each church. I have stopped taking pictures of churches and other majestic buildings because any photo is a disgustingly poor representation of the real thing and gives no sense of the neck-breaking grandeur of the architecture here. Pictures still to come.