Ireland lost 1-0 to France last night. I recieved updates from my brother and cousin and the general consensus seems to have been that the French goal was unlucky. It doesn't look godd for the second leg in Paris now. Hopefully I'll get to see that, I should be in La Coruna by then. As if to sympathise with the manner of the defeat last night the weather this morning is terrible. Torrential rain falls incessantly, and while the other lad in the refugio, a German, prepares to leave and brave the elements I ask the owners of this reugio if its ok to stay for the day. Normally you are not allowed to stay to nights in a refugio, certainly not in the municipal ones but the privatly run establishments are more relaxed about this, anyway its November and the place is empty, a little more income is always welcome. So as the pours down outside I have an easy rest day reading and snoozing.
At mid-day an elderly Irish couple check-in to the dorm. They arrive gently bickering and soaked to the skin after four hours on the road. Fatigue and the stress of the weather was evidently taking its toll. Water had seeped into their packs wetting virtually everything they had so, in a way, I fell vindicated for not having venture outside today. The couple have spent 44years in Australia, have raised their family and since retired. They're over to travel Europe for a few months and will spend a while Inter-railing until Christmas after they complete the Camino. The couple are in their 70s and their trip was booked to celebrate the wife's 72nd birthday. They are impressively fit and active for their ages. After getting dinner down town in between dodging the rain I spent much of the evening chatting with the couple. We were the only people staying for the night and so I took advantage of the quiet to get a full night's sleep. I was in bed by 8.30 listening to the rain outside content to be warm and dry.
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