Day 15: Burgos to Hontanas

May 6, 2025May 7, 2025PJ Leave a comment

Reluctantly leaving Burgos. Crossing over the Arlanzón River and catching a bird resting on the tip of El Cid’s sword.

I say reluctantly because it was about to be a 20 mile day. Every bed in between Burgos and Hontanas was either spoken for or going to go to the early risers.

Passing through Rabé de las Calzadas. A stork’s nest, a sign with the medieval pilgrim’s term, ultreia, meaning further, and

a traffic jam.

Afterwards, the rest of the day went mostly like this.

And this…

And so on…

Until this view of Hornillos del Camino.

Then this…

A bit of this…

And so on…

Until this welcoming view of Hontanas, population 70.

This unimposing building houses a most wonderful treat.

This picture doesn’t do it justice but the hydrotherapy spa with its jets and sauna was just what I needed when I hobbled into town.

Day 14: Burrowing in Burgos

May 5, 2025May 6, 2025PJ Leave a comment

Welcome to Burgos!

My decision to spend a “rest day” in Burgos had a few unexpected flaws. I arrived on a Sunday so many places were closed but it was also Spain’s Mothers’ Day so the restaurants and shops that were open were jammed.

Initially, I thought, no biggie, since I’d have the next day to explore but some places like the museums opt to close on Mondays.

It also rained for a bit. I did do a little wandering but much of my time in the city was spent burrowed in bed. (My feet were not displeased with this turn of events.)