We climbed out of Atapuerca along such stone rubble paths. It was steep and barren with little purple flowers popping out of the stones to greet us. I expected the walk after halfway into Burgos to be very urban. Paul looked at his app a few times and true to form followed the direct route until and old Spanish man stopped us.
”Non…Camino….” and he kept pointing over the road and away from the route. What do you do? He was obviously a local. We took his advice and how right he was. Instead of slavishly following a busy road, we wended on down along a stream to approach the city in a much better way. That was until we stopped by the water to rest our feet. Some man had decided to expose his body apart from some sad grey underpants that he had tucked up high into his leg. Not a sight for sore eyes I hasten add. Everyone else was dressed in combat gear and here he was stretching and scratching and enjoying being almost naked!!
The surprising thing about the city was its approach. We found ourselves in an enormously long…about 5K ..avenue that was a park. It was like a Sunday morning. Locals strolling with prams, boys cycling past and old ladies chatting and putting the world to rights. It wasn’t a long day but after the day before, I think mentally I just wanted to get there and rest. It seemed forever but when the park did finish, Burgos was elegant and resplendent….and even more the hotel was GREAT!! A BATH!! Wine..crisps…Free sweets…cafe open all hours. Oh I died and went to heaven. Room 101.? But this was where I would start tomorrow without my trusty friends!!
