See photo gallery.
I left the albergue by 6:30 a.m. After having a cup of coffee and a croissant, I crossed through giant-leafed vineyards into the renown Rioja region on my way to Logrono. I hoped to find a bus in Logrono which would take me to Burgos. It had rained during the night, so the fields were damp and cool. I tiptoed around puddles and tasted green and purple grapes, wishing it had been a bit later in the season so that I could have enjoyed them at their plumpest and sweetest.
Outside of Logrono, I got a sello (stamp) in my credencial (pilgrim's passport) and purchased a couple of small souvenirs from Felicia, Logrono's gatekeeper so to speak.
Eventually, I made it into Logrono, found the bus station, purchased a ticket, and, after a couple hours' wait, traveled to Burgos.
As you probably figured, I was miserable in Burgos. I skipped dinner because I was in pain and did not want to walk to find food. I did, however, tour the nearby Burgos Cathedral, because I could not have come that far and not have seen it. I was sorely discouraged, but I controlled what I could control and genuinely did what I could to make the best of my difficulties.
I left the albergue by 6:30 a.m. After having a cup of coffee and a croissant, I crossed through giant-leafed vineyards into the renown Rioja region on my way to Logrono. I hoped to find a bus in Logrono which would take me to Burgos. It had rained during the night, so the fields were damp and cool. I tiptoed around puddles and tasted green and purple grapes, wishing it had been a bit later in the season so that I could have enjoyed them at their plumpest and sweetest.
Outside of Logrono, I got a sello (stamp) in my credencial (pilgrim's passport) and purchased a couple of small souvenirs from Felicia, Logrono's gatekeeper so to speak.
Eventually, I made it into Logrono, found the bus station, purchased a ticket, and, after a couple hours' wait, traveled to Burgos.
As you probably figured, I was miserable in Burgos. I skipped dinner because I was in pain and did not want to walk to find food. I did, however, tour the nearby Burgos Cathedral, because I could not have come that far and not have seen it. I was sorely discouraged, but I controlled what I could control and genuinely did what I could to make the best of my difficulties.
The Burgos Cathedral was indeed majestic and the grandest thing I had ever seen. I wondered how the Cathedral in Santiago could possibly top it. I was saddened, however, to see what had once been a sacred place overrun with tourists. I had to work on my attitude, because I found revolting everyone who held their phones up and took pictures of themselves every-which-where. It seemed as if their lives had been reduced to a series of photo opportunities. But, then again this revulsion came from a crabby, miserable lady. At least the people taking pictures of themselves were smiling.
While in Burgos, I saw the dark-haired Matt Chism/Dave Thaxtonish guy who had been on the same train as I from Bayonne to St. Jean Pied de Port. I had seen him at one other albergue along the way as well. He was still looking as lonely, awkward, and miserable as I.
While in Burgos, I wished I had gotten to know Pillar, a woman I had spoken with at the albergues in Orisson, Arre, and Vianna. I was in her city of origin now-- the city where she would finish her Camino. She had spoken only Spanish, and it had seemed too hard when I was exhausted to try to communicate, but, there in Burgos, I asked God to bless her and hoped she would find what she was seeking on the Camino.
While in Burgos, I saw the dark-haired Matt Chism/Dave Thaxtonish guy who had been on the same train as I from Bayonne to St. Jean Pied de Port. I had seen him at one other albergue along the way as well. He was still looking as lonely, awkward, and miserable as I.
While in Burgos, I wished I had gotten to know Pillar, a woman I had spoken with at the albergues in Orisson, Arre, and Vianna. I was in her city of origin now-- the city where she would finish her Camino. She had spoken only Spanish, and it had seemed too hard when I was exhausted to try to communicate, but, there in Burgos, I asked God to bless her and hoped she would find what she was seeking on the Camino.
RSS Feed