My Shirt Stinks

Yes, my purple shirt stinks even though I have had the luxury of bathing everyday and wash my shirt the day I have worn it. It makes me wonder where I stink...Where I have been rude or unkind or fallen short in other areas of my life. I would like to discard the shirt as I would like to discard the bad ways in my life. For now I will keep my shirt as a reminder and also because I only have one other.
We woke in our lovely county room and were soon on our way. We walked over an hour before coming to a cafe and I was quite hungry and ready for coffee. The Way was beautiful this morning and we walked mainly under a canopy of oak trees and gentle rolling hills. Many of hour paths were lined with old mossy stone walls. Quite picturesque. We made it somewhat of a short day as the forecast had a slight chance of rain AND it is quite a distance to the next possible evening shelter (which could be full). A couple of the albergues here were full early this afternoon. This can be attributed to the fact that some peregrinos only walk the final 100 kms. We are resting now, gearing ourselves for a good walk tomorrow.

Joan enjoying the best yogurt and honey ever