Today we did the super tourist thing and went to the Burgos cathedral.
It was incredible.
The jet lag was quite a bit nicer to us today collectively. I got up at 4:30 and did stuff online then napped until 6. I got Kiernan up and out at 7:30 to pick up some coffee and pasteries and to as he later described it “Do a Spanish”. Which is to say I interacted with non English speakers successfully.
We: walked under trees by a river,
got coffee and chai to warm our hands. It was in the mid 50s and wet,
saw a pigeon on the head of a man on the heads of men,
stopped to smell the roses,
and found my new favorite pastry.
This is a braid with orange and chocolate.
I got lots of different pastries just to be sure that one was my favorite though.
After breakfast everyone but Kiernan went to the cathedral.
I have about 75 photos and if you want to see them please let me know. Here are a very few.
In addition to volunteering to show you lots of pictures I am also offering to tell you all the things I remember from the excellent audio tour they have.
I got my first pilgrim stamp here as well.
After that we went back to the apartment and started laundry, went grocery shopping and made a great lunch.
My next plan was to go to the human evolution museum. There are caves nearby where the oldest human remains ever discovered were located. Unfortunately they are closed Monday.
Since Kiernan hadn’t come to the cathedral I was hoping to take him somewhere cool.
I’d been seeing signs for the Burgos castle and despite the lowering sky I headed out that way with everyone but Chris in tow.
By the time we got most of the way up we could see both rain and lightning. Hearing thunder made me very much hope the castle was an indoor sort of affair.
Sadly it was more of a self guided outdoor ruin with cat walks.
I probably should have taken the hint from the cat nestled in under one of the storage buildings.
It started raining with enthusiasm just as we were rounding the walkways end.
We scrambled for cover from lightning and rain and stuffed ourselves into some wooden outhouse looking things
I am pleased to report they were not outhouses
When the squall passed we started back down only to rediscover the age old truth: wet stone is slippery.
We inched our way back to city level and got hit again by the next rain.
Wonderfully Chis who stayed behind brought in our laundry.
Thank you Chris!
We found an old monastery looking portico to hide under and chatted and watched birds and rain and talked about our adventure.
And some, I kid you not, small breast cheese. This is a specialty of Galaica.
After dinner a quiet phone staring relaxation was had by all.
So far so good.
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