Burgos And Beyond

The approach to Burgos is a lengthy one on pavement – good for cars but not so kind to weary feet that weep while walking. On either side, low-rent commercial and industrial buildings hem us in. We smell rubber and are surprised to see a Bridgestone tire factory.

How perfectly the sculptor captured the fatifue of the pilgrim.

How perfectly the sculptor captured the fatigue of the pilgrim.

It is not the Pilgrim Way to take a bus. You might wonder… what exactly is the Pilgrim Way? If I were a better person,  I would walk El Camino in July and August – the better to increase my suffering. If I didn’t sleep outside braving the elements, I would stay in dorms and hope to experience bedbugs. I

 would celebrate my blisters and leave them to fester. A

s it is… I’m a poor excuse for a pilgrim. If a bus had passed by (or better yet a taxi)  I would have saved my feet. Tired of dorm life in hostels, I am now alternating dorm stays with hotels. Furthermore, adding more sins to my growing pile, I have been guilty of sending my heavy backpack ahead by transport. How guilty do I feel? I feel some guilt, but not enough to make me change my ways. My rationale is this: at my advanced age, If I don’t strike a compromise, I won’t make it to Santiago de Compostela. Better to do what I can than fail completely.

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Exhausted, we waited for a bus to take us to the central city. We waited some more. Finally we gave up. A beer. We needed a beer. W

e entered a local bar. I

t is very possible that we were the first Americans to enter this bar. The regulars sat on bar stools. They gave me a hard look. I may have been the first woman to enter this all-male domain. A racy pin-up photo was partially hidden behind a clock. I could see one bare foot and a hand in close proximity. How exactly was she posed? I tried to connect the dots.

We ordered two San Miguels. The barmaid showed me a small glass. No. I told her that I needed a large glass. She was pleased.

 I spoke Spanish and I drank full pints. I had won her respect. The beer was the best beer I have ever drunk. My feet instantly felt refreshed.

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Once we reached the central city, we forget the slog that brought us there. Cathedral de Burgos, a UNESCO World Heritage site, looms over the city and dwarfs those looking up in wonder – as was the intent of the church fathers: who are we (so imperfect, sinful and small) to not kneel before the majesty of The Church and all its teachings?

The construction and ornamentation dazzle.

Today’s architecture is more high-tech, but for the most part, the buildings stand alone: they have no story… no context.

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Ins

ide the church, the artistry is enough to make believers of us all. Surely a Divine Hand must be at work. It cannot be possible that mere mortals can have wrought such magic out of stone, wood and plaster.

Burgos lies just east of the meseta. It will take us almost a week to cross this broad expanse of softly undulating farm land unmarred by fences. On a clear day… looking west… you can almost glimpse the Mississippi. The land rolls on to infinity.  To one side, freshly plowed soil  – fragrant in its freshness. On the other side, bright green winter wheat sprouting three inches high. Birdsong, irrigation water, and always the sound of a tractor or two keep us company. Pilgrims are dropping out. Despite the occasional bird chirp, we walk in silence… too tired to talk.

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About timeout2

I have lived 100 lives. I write essays, short stories, poetry, grocery lists and notes to myself. If I am ever lost, look for a paper trail, but be careful not to trip over any books that lie scattered here and there. I am a reader. I am a reader in awe of writers. When I don't live in Westcliffe, Colorado, I live in London where I am a long-time member of Word-for-Word - Crouch End.
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6 Responses to Burgos And Beyond

  1. Sherry says:

    Doris – I am so proud of YOU!!! Sending blessings to you and your tired feet and back.

  2. Anne Relph says:

    Well done hugs from a beach in Laguna survive live well and prosper! Love and hugs Anne

    Sent from my iPhone

  3. Judy Shanley says:

    You’re doing great. I wouldn’t even dare attempt it. A beer, hotel, & bus ride does not take away your wonderful walk.

    • timeout2 says:

      I am doing great, Judy, in that I’m still at it. That said, I’ve had to make a compromise or two, and as they say, “It isn’t over until the fat lady sings.” Thank you for your support. It feels good to have a cheerleader behind me. xo

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