El Camino - Wet in Navarrete.
Fountain in the town square.
Humble doorway.
Not so humble doorway.
Dinner with the French, Phillipe, Jean Claude, and Jean Phillipe. Jean Claude (at the end of the table) had walked all the way from the German border through France and into Spain. He had plodded through ice and show not to mention the current rain, and along the way he stayed at several monasteries where he had to eat in silence with the monks.
Time to go. Headed out of town towards Najera on the wet streets of Navarrete.
The building looks so grand! Must have been a great time having dinner with your great friends!
Many new friends!