Asturias’ weather is mercurial--like a god who seems angry but is actually playful. Sunshine, clouds, wind, and rain all come and go on a moment's notice. The sky looks different every single night. This morning Levon and I ran along San Pedro Beach in the pouring rain. The sky was a swirling gray, the ocean dark green and violent. Just a narrow strip of sand was visible between the grasping waves and the rocky shore. By the time we arrived back at the Molino, drenched, the rain had stopped. Throughout the day, clouds, rain, and glimpses of sun have appeared and fled again. A temperamental world here, but never boring.
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