I'm in my bed at the Meson de El Cid.
It's a four star hotel in Burgos, a long way from home.
We walked possibly 30 km today, and I don't want to do that again, if I can help it. But I think we will have to.
Burgos is a city of 170, 000 or there abouts. It has a truly awe inspiring cathedral, anf a fiesta has been going on for days.
We got into town around 7:30, just laid down and rested. Took turns in the shoeer/tub and hobbled out for dinner and to see some of the city.
Bands, dancers, crowds, but not like it would get in a couple of hours.
We waited our turn to get a table at a restaurant and feasted on giant shrimp, asparagus with bacon, steak with mushrooms, cod in a tomato garlic sauce, and a salad. We laughed and drank beer, and congratulated ourselves on walking instwad of taking the bus that last 7.6km.
We walked into a coouple bars for a beer and ran into Veronique. They hadn't seen each other for several days. We talked and fireworks started at 11pm. Wow! What a great display for at least half an hour, and all we could do was smile and laugh.
We went off with Veronique to her hotel bar, and wound up doing some singing before getting back on the streets.
The beer had helped with the pain. I have a pretty gruesome blister/new skin ripped off with the compeed on the toe blister.
Using Bentedine on it, and gauze with tape to protect it. I was not sure I could walk the next day.
But partying with the locals was the name of the game last night. There was a big stage and a rock band playing, of all things, "I'm on a Highway to Hell", right there by the cathedral.
We didn't get back to our rooms until 4:30 am. We did get invited to the after party, but we didn't go.
Spain, it knows how to party.