The Rain in Spain falls mainly on PAMPLONA!

I tell you, its crazy! I was just sweating as I walked up past the hermita to Our Lady of Fair Love to Pio XII where I had to run some errands. I came back down, studied for a while, change into my running clothes and headed back outside already running. I asked Encarnita if Icould leave my good ole´UCLA sweatshirt in the portería while I ran. She looked at me over the rims of her glasses as she stiched some fantasically intricate piece of baby clothing, smile and nodded yes as if to say "Yes, but this is the laaaaast time..."

As I ran out slowly staring at my iPod shuffle to get to the song about coming home to California after hacing caught a plane to Spain that I had just heard on my computer and inspired me to run, lightening flashes, instantly thunder claps, and my streched and wore out William and Mary basketball t-shirt turns into a natural mop! I perservered in my running back up the hill, making a u-ey at the clínica and cutting across the high path to campus. When my feet began slipping on the dirt path and the only other people who I saw running anywhere near me where certainly were not dressed as ones intending to run, I decided to turn back.

By that time, not only were my cloths sopping, but I began to worry about whether my poor little nano iPod blaring Boston´s "Peace of Mind" was water-proof. Wiping my nike watch, I looked at the time: 20:56.

I had been running for 8 minutes! I came back only because I was supposed to meet to run with Ana at 21:00, but for some reason she wasn´t interested in going. These Spaniards.... (just kidding!)

At least in California, one can reasonably guess when it is going to rain at least a few moments earlier. We don`t have this kind precipetous precipitation. I hope that you are all Californians. Though, that wouldn´t mean much, because I´m sure there are plenty in California who would disagree with me about our capabilities of weather forecasting...