Burgos channelling
Bracknell
Weather: High pressure
to put on extra quilts at night but outbreaks of localised shorts and sandals
later in the following day.
(Extremely localised to campsite as fashionably dressed Spaniards did
not look impressed.)
Burgos is one of
Silvia’s recommendations and it had a campsite (not always a given) so off we
went. Interesting journey from
lush Cantabria through mountain passes with streaks of snow and past
fantastical limestone outcrops.
Then we drove through plains with nothing but massive wind farms to hit
the by-passes and roundabouts of Burgos.
The guy who sorted my
puncture the next day said it was the first day of sun they’d had, but he also
seemed to think we were cycling the pilgrim way to Santiago de Compostela. I’m very unsettled about giving this
impression.
After touring the
fabulous Museo de la Evolucion Humana we did the other must see: the
Cathedral. It is a Gothic wonder
but it did seem to be all about power and politics rather than prayer and
piety, but then hey I’m no pilgrim.
Or am I?
Another of Silvia’s
suggestions was Casa Pancho. A very
enjoyable 2.5 hr lunch later we emerged into a now deserted city. There was a real feeling that everyone
was gathering their strength behind closed doors for a big Saturday night
out. But it was all we could do to
stagger up to the castle for a last look at Burgos before cycling back to a
little promenade round the campsite followed by toast and marmalade and
bed. Not in the Spanish groove yet
but we’re working on it.
Do go to Burgos, it’s
a lovely relaxed city with lots to see and this year its Spain’s gastronomic
capital.
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