Four… Four… Four…

WE ARE IN BURGOS!  And the counter has dropped down to 489 km to go. It  just seems surreal that I’m here because it was here last year that the seed of this trip was planted.

So anyway to catch up… I was booked into a great private albergue in Villafranca but none of my friends appeared and I wondered if they had all bottled the 27km. To be sure I wandered back into town to the municipal albergue… And there they were!   So, I hauled my bum back up the hill to collect my stuff and I grabbed a bottom bunk with the rest of the gang. Then we all hauled our bums back up the hill again because the pilgrims menu in the posh hotel was far too good to miss!


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Yin and Yang


I left Granon as the sun was just thinking about coming up. I had a strange night in my hotel room… It felt too quiet without a dozen other pilgrims and I woke maybe 3 times in the night. But the bed was lovely and the privacy was great too.

I had breakfast with Pam and Theresa, 2 ladies from the US who’d joined us for dinner last night but who I’d met breifly before in Viana.  I was on the road in the cold grey light of early morning.  Last night at dinner we all agreed to walk to Villafranca de Montes de Oca.  That’s 27km and I have no idea why I said ok! Continue reading