We left our excellent and inexpensive pension in liquid sunshine. It was not raining hard, just a gentle mist that required pack covers and umbrellas. Actually we were continously putting them up and taking them down. The so-called scenic route was not so scenic today as the forest had been clear cut.
The most entertaining aspect of today's walk was the town of Poo. The Camino didn't follow the road into Poo, so we didn't see the sign for Poo. All of sudden, we were there and hadn't realized that we stepped into Poo. Before we knew it, we were right in the middle of Poo, so we stopped to take pictures. We got one of Boppa standing in the middle of Poo; actually Gramie was standing in Poo when she took the picture. Even though we both stood in the middle of Poo, our shoes stayed clean. Also the grass was no greener and the trees were no taller in Poo than just out of Poo. Not long after we walked out of Poo and to our amazement there wasn't a speck of Poo on our shoes. Does this mean that Spanish Poo is really different?
Nice .. thats so strange that you never got any Poo on your shoes... and obviously that Poo does not emit odors....... that was funny ....
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