How can it rain as much anywhere as it does here in Pamplona? It's not so much that it comes down in buckets and sheets (it's usually quite gentle), but just that it's relentless, day after day after day of threatening grey skies. The clouds part just often and briefly enough that you wish they wouldn't at all - for those two seconds you remember what the world looks like with sun shining on it, and it's only all the more painful when it's taken away again.
I'm stunned by all the blue sky in my old photo albums.
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