Stupid, stupid, stupid Peregrino

Hola from Burgos,

I am in Burgos today and do not like it one little bit. It is amazing how quickly I came to dislike the hustle and bustle of the bigger towns. It is also my impression that in the bigger towns, the pilgrims really do get ripped off.

I am alone in a fairly big city and I guess that would contribute to my grumpiness, but my camera´s card reader does not work on the Spanish computers. These card readers cost in the region of 5 Euros and here in Burgos they want 18 Euros for it. . . which I will not be paying.

So if you were wondering why I have not posted any pictures now you know why.

But, to give you a bit of a giggle. . . coming into Burgos today I met people that I have seen on the way - they suggested I book into a pension which was close by. I did - at a price that I should have known better and then later realised that I was the only person in this rickety, dark, slightly scary building. I then promptly packed up and moved on to the auberge which is surprisingly good and they have Internet access for a 1/3 of the price that I paid at the pension!! Lesson learnt - DO NOT ALWAYS ACT IN HASTE - which is something I regularly do. I feel much better now, surrounded by other pilgrims in a modern building etc.

Tomorrow I plan to walk as far as Rabe de las Calzados or if I have it in me, maybe onto Hornillos del Camino. My energy is not a problem, but I have blisters on my two small toes and a large one under the ball of my right foot. It just makes walking really painful. . . not so bad when I start out but then the last hour of so of the journey becomes just a bit too much for me. My left ankle and foot also aches quite a bit after a hard days´ walking, but pain killers work well for that.

Some mornings I start the day with joy in my heart and a cocktail of pain killers. . .heheh . .other days I start with joy only.

Those of you who know me well, might pick up that I am a bit melancholy today. . . I think it is the big city, being all alone, not understanding the language, feeling a bit homesick. . . all of it rolled into one. . .I am a real sissy today. . .

I will be saying goodbye. . . .no sense writing when the tears are flowing. . and I said you will know when I am happy and when I am sad. . .

Much love as always. .

Wild (Sad) Peregrino