We had a storm last night, with hail and everything. Mar was gone and Martin was preparing dinner for the pilgrims. Suddenly Gonzalo came bursting in. “La Casita es un rio!” he exclaimed. “Un río!” I quickly figured out I would be making dinner alone. Thank goodness I had made it under Mar’s direction, so I had a decent chance of actually doing it. And I did.
Gonzalo has a video of water pouring down the stairs like a waterfall, but I don’t know if he can share it with me. But that was our excitement last night.
Travels and Adventures with Jane 
Oh, boy.
Was there a leak in the roof causing rain to pour water down the stairs?
What did you cook for dinner?
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Dinner is always vegetarian couscous. The water came through the door. La Casita (and the albergar that matter) are both downhill.
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Dallas has been un rio
but Brenham is un deserto!
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