I was on the struggle bus most of the day.

It ended well though. I was one of the first to check in at my albergue and got a bottom bunk.  That’s 4 nights in a row. Very nice.

I didn’t really plan very well for the next big city. Some event is happening in Burgos and the rooms/beds are kinda expensive. Ah well.

Miles 16.6

Kinda a short day today.

Belorado is small and quaint. After you check in to your whatever, there’s some castle ruins to see and a very small town square.

Tomorrow is a longer and tougher day. I’ve been enjoying the challenge of getting most of the day’s walking done before my lunch. That’ll mean 15 miles before 2 pm. Edit: I got all my miles before 1.

Miles 16.3

Short day today, but pleasant after getting a regular night’s sleep.

At the top of a steepish hill, a guy was selling grocery store brand sodas for donations. Kind of a hustle, but I respect that.

I’ll say that the taste was exactly identical to the diet Shasta sodas that mom used to carry around in the trunk of the car to save money on drinks. It really took me back, and was almost like having her there with me.

The cathedral here is really spectacular. It was renovated repeatedly,  recently, and well.

Saint Dominic was a pretty important dude to the pilgrims passing through 1000 years ago. He built a hospital for them out of magical holly wood, and made dead chickens come back to life to prove a point.

There’s even live chickens in the cathedral. The cage is rather magnificent of course.

Total miles 15.3

I feel like I must be part of a science experiment right now

In the common room, the first verse and a single chorus of Baltimora’s Tarzan Boy have been playing on a loop, repeating for at least an hour.

Nobody has noticed or commented.

What does it all mean?