Day 13 and I am in Burgos. I think this is the scene of a siege by Wellington´s men in the Peninsula or Napoleonic Wars. The city refused to give in so when they lost the English army went on a rampage burning, pillaging, looting and raping. The officers were unable to get control until Wellington started hanging the looters (property being more important than women).
We limped into our albergue about 2ish today, Marion and I. My blisters are very painful and my feet are so tired and sore that they won´t sit still. I think we have walked about a third of the way. Next is the Meseta for three days - a long, hot, windy, dry, high plateau that breaks many. I´m very tired and not looking forward to it. I contemplated having two nights in Burgos but I would have to stay in a hotel as you cannot stay in the albergues in the city two nights running.
Burgos has many churches and is quite scenic (once you finish walking through the slums) but it is wasted on my because I just can´t do any walking except to the cafe for a beer and the internet shop to talk to you all.
I wrote a fabulous blog yesterday but the computer at that albergue broke down just before I hit publish and all was lost. I hoped against hope that I would find it here as a draft and I did but all the wording is in Spanish and I think I have accidentally deleted it anyway. This has been the story of my attempts to stay involved in the web world while in Spain - a sad disaster. If I sort it out I will publish it but don´t hold your breath!
Bummer
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