I would like to say I woke late, but I didn’t. It was about six in the morning, I didn’t move until half past. It was nearly eight when Gus appeared in reception. I geared up and we head out of the hotel. Damn it was cold, really cold. We hadn’t got out of the suburbs before we stopped and put coats on, I haven’t worn mine since I first began my pilgrimage. I’ve been blessed with the weather, up until now!?! Gusts of wind blow us from side to side.
As we move further from Burgos we cross paths with some main roads, as we walk under a road bridge, I notice high up, appearing from behind a ridge, a group of griffin vultures soar on the winds.
Besides the many pilgrims on the path today, the only noticeable thing is the fact we begin our way across the Meseta. I’m a little anxious about the Meseta as I’ve heard stories of a barren landscape, nothing to see in any direction. A time where you’re thoughts play havoc with your mind?!
Today is a very modest 20km to Hornillos del Camino. A village set in a bowl on the Meseta. (Which happens to be luscious and green and undulates calmly). We arrive in Horndillos to find the first albergues full up. We find another and begin to queue, just before our turn the host tells the lady in front they’re full…but then says she has more beds in another building…! Phew…
It’s early, but it’s cold and this village has nothing but the hostels and a bar. The bar is packed and so I lie on my bed thinking of what to write for my blog…. Obviously a bad move as when I wake up everyone else is getting into their sleeping bags… Ooops.