
Day Four: Rain. All day long. Been watching weather reports; predicted wet beginning of week - which it wasn't - and clear skies now - which it isn't. Just goes to show, weather forecasters clueless around the world. Adding insult to injury, sole possible shot of day, in short window of light, spoiled by a cow's nervous bladder. Just what we need - more water.
Day Five: More rain! And just for kick in the pants, cold as well! Oh injurious pride! What lesson thou doth teach our budget! But time is running out and we must shoot anyway. After day of slipping and sliding, wet-saddle riding, mud-stuck trucks and weather that sucks, rewarded with very real footage of vaqueros working rugged countryside. Not original plan, perhaps, but them's the breaks of documentaries.
As last bit of ticklish irony, Mother Nature gives us near-cliche wink as sun breaks out briefly while packing up gear, a full rainbow traversing Spanish countryside. It was, indeed, a wrap.