Somehow my post for this day was replaced by my post from Day 10, so I am having to rewrite it from memory. Fortunately there is not too much to remember. Astaria, the young pastor that I wrote about yesterday and I shared a taxi into Burgos to do some sightseeing. We visited the magnificent cathedral and spent a couple of hours there. We also spent some time sitting in cafes watching the city life.
It happened that there was an exhibition of massive Henry Moore statues in the centre of the city so we enjoyed viewing and reading about those.
It was fun to think that every single person in this bustling city has his/her own story and is loved by different people. If the spiritual life involves practicing compassion then this seems like a good exercise. Even the most unattractive person is loved by God, if by no one else.
In the early afternoon we bought bus tickets to Hornillos del Camino. In this way we had a day of rest (to heal my ankle on my part) and make up the extra day we both needed to get back on schedule. What they didn’t tell us when we bought the tickets was that we had to walk five km from where the bus let us off. Oh, well.
Gaining a day means we are walking with an entirely different set of pilgrims and, for some reason, a much bigger group. Finding beds may become more challenging now.