Then it rained harder, and even harder until we were walking in a downpour. We came to a little town called Villanova and found an archway to get in out of the rain. It stood opposite a little church and we hoped the rain would stop soon. The church bells rang, ladies came and entered the church but still it poured.
We decided we may as well go on. In about mile we felt like someone had poured a water bottle into each of our boots. It felt like we were walking in water, sloshing all the way. We stopped and removed everything from our pockets and secured them in the packs. Since there were no more towns and no second team to carry on, we kept going. About 6-7 miles down the road it stopped raining and just as I sat down to change socks, our hostess and her husband from the night before found us and gave us a ride in their car to our hotel (about two more miles away). Such kindness!
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What a venture my friend!! Were you singing in the rain? 😘
I did thank The Lord for my feet, legs, and that He is in the details. Singing, no, but next time I will sing like Paul!
Wow! What a day!! Will it take a day to dry everything out? :)
Yes, we had a day and a half in Pavia and our shoes were still a bit damp when we put them on to leave. Everything else dried out pretty fast. Dick remembered that when he was kid they would wad up newspapers and stuff them in their wet shoes. When the paper got soggy, they would take it out and put more in. So we bought some newspapers and tried it. It worked great but we didn't have quite enough time. All is well now!
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