Camino de Santiago 2007 Part I - Maundy Thursday - The Washing of the Feet and the Last Supper
April in Spain and it’s snowing. This is Granada not the Grampians! What is going on!? Chuffin Climate Change! Checking the forecasts we’d expected some cloud and showers, but snow!?
We found the start point for the Camino in the middle of a cloud burst. Donning waterproofs and placing sun cream at the bottom of the rucksack we pootled through the city streets. Navigating through grey suburbs we hit the "real" Camino of trails and expecting dusty paths; only damp sticky clay greeted us.
The path through olive groves to Moclin, with a killer climb to the hilltop fortress, was amazing. Now we’d started! And it started to rain again. We grew pessimistic about the trail´s ability to absorb even more water.
Orange liquid clay was oozing through our clothing, trail-spatter streaking down our legs like cheap spray-on tan. The clay was the perfect consistency to make ashtrays for our mums.
Light was fading fast; withdrawing from the mire we took tarmac for the last haul to Alcala Real. In the midst of another cloud burst we arrived looking like contestants in a game of "Creamy Muck Muck".
The bidet in the hotel worked wonders washing the socks and feet before taking a welcome hot bath. Supper was a simple dish of chips, meat and beer. Fantastic.