But wait, out came an oldish monk. We agreed that the rain wouldn’t let up anytime soon. Then he asked if I had an umbrella. “Wait here, I will get one for you,” and off he went, to return a few minutes later with a sturdy, silver one. No problema that I can’t return it.
I thanked him, and I stepped out. As I headed down the hill (remember steep). I wondered how often he has the opportunity to do a random act of kindness. Happy to oblige. Tomorrow I will leave the umbrella at the hotel for some pilgrim who needs it with the next rainfall.