Lisa and I got away from our lodging on another chilly morning well before the sun came up and, as with many mornings, we followed Venus. As the sun arose at our backs, the surroundings became clearer and we walked along a mostly flat path lined with sycamore trees through fields either already harvested or thick with maize. At this time of year, the farmers cut off the water and let the corn dry in the sun until the decision is made to harvest. This is all for animal feed.

Our hostel sent us a cab and tomorrow will return us to the same place so we can resume the Camino without missing a step. Tomorrow we head to Leon.

Lisa and I set off from Terradillos about 7:15 and got to Sahagun about 3 hours later. It was our coldest morning yet, at 37 deg F. In Sahagun, you can get a half-way certificate. Some may think that a half-way certificate is not very important, but it does demonstrate that you have walked nearly 400 kilometers. On the other hand, you can walk 100 km from Sarria to Santiago and get a certificate, or compostela, after walking only 100 km. Of course, the Camino is not about kilometers or days or sellos (stamps) or pace. What IS the Camino about? There are people who have walked it 5 times, and 10 times, and more. But I doubt they could tell you what it is about. All I can tell you at the half-way point is that it is about you.

The Camino is full of interesting characters. Today I met and walked for a while with Frank from Almería. Frank, or more properly, Francisco, is a police inspector who will be retiring at the end of this year. He is originally from Asturias and endorsed our plan to travel eastward along the northern coast of Spain after the Camino and encouraged me to try the fabada asturiana.

Lisa and I checked into our alberge, a new, modern and clean hostel built for the pilgrim trail. After unloading our gear, we decided to go into town for a beer and a bite to eat. on the way, we bumped into Frank, who was putting away one of two drones he Carrie’s with him. He had just finished doing an aerial video of Bercianos. He has a YouTube channel and has been recording his journey since St Jean. Check it out at: Francisco BL para Almería.

So how does it feel to be at the halfway point, you ask? I look back at all the experiences so far. Every single day has been wonderful. I remember that first morning, leaving St Jean Pied de Port and how amazingly good that cup of coffee in Orisson was. I remember the fourth or fifth day when I began to feel like a pilgrim and not a lost tourist. And soon after that when the familiar faces became family. And my diversions from the trail and how happy I was to get back on the Camino. Hundreds of little incidents of people and places come to mind. I will never be a virgin peregrino again.

So actually, I feel a bit sad.

I had to grab a taxi from Hornillos to Carrión de los Condes to catch up with Lisa and make up for the days I fell behind in Burgos and Logroño. I arrived in the morning and checked into the Hospedaria del Convento de Santa Clara.

Let me go back in time for a moment. In September 2021, Erin and Don Byrne joined Paula and I on a trip to Italy. While visiting St Peter’s Basilica we learned the Pope was about to celebrate mass. We had to stand behind a security barricade. It we could see some of the lucky folks invited to participate, including a group of Augustine nuns. Later, outside, we bumped into the nuns and asked how they had been so lucky to be part of the Mass. Lucky, they said. They were admiring the cathedral like we were, but they were escorted in as guests of the Vatican. Truly an experience they would remember for the rest of their lives. We also learned that they operated a hostel for pilgrims in Carrion de los Condes on the Camino. We took note of their contact details.

Last week I emailed Don to get the address and I booked a place at what I thought was the Augustine-operated hostel. Only later did I realize that I had booked the hostel run by the Clarines, a cloistered group of nuns who have limited contact with the outside world! A certain Ignacio methodically and laboriously checked me into my room. When I showed him a picture we took of the nuns in Rome, he gave me a cockeyed look. “Those are Augustine’s!” So I did not get a chance to say hello to our friends. Another reason to return!

On the way into Carrión there was a sign saying that there would be a guitar concert that night. I knew that a well-known luthier named Federico Sheppard had a guitar workshop in Carrión and it turned out to be in a room attached to a 12th century church which Federico had leased from the local Bishop and is in the midst of renovating. He builds guitars and has talented young guitarists come and perform there. We heard Sondye, a Norwegian guitarist, play. Federico then invited us for a glass of wine and dinner at the La Corte restaurant. Federico is a bit of a Renaissance man with many tales and a definite opinion on all matters. (You can get a feel by reading an interview with him at https://www.guitarsalon.com/luthier/federico-sheppard).

Today, Lisa and I set out for Terradillos hiking through the wide open meseta. We listened to her morning anthem, Carri Underwood’s “How Great Thou Art”. Villages are few in these stages but we did find a place to stop and have a cafe con leche and rest our legs. Terradillos is a small town so we hung out at the alberge the rest of the day.

Tomorrow, on Day 18 of the Camino, Lisa and I will reach the half-way point, in Sahagun.

It was good to be on the bus going in the right direction. It was a nice refresher of the towns I had walked through not long ago: Najera, Santo Domingo, Belorado, Atapuerca and finally Burgos. They tend to blur together after a few days. I had a cup of coffee and a toasted ham and egg sandwich at a familiar coffee shop, then headed towards the Cathedral, turned left at the river and was on the road again!

The path leading out of Burgos was much more pleasant than the road coming in. I followed a patch along a park which was built alongside the river. After a while, I turned away from the river and found myself walking in the mostly treeless meseta, but the road was good and fairly flat. It seemed like a lot fewer pilgrims were on the trail. I have heard some people skip this middle portion, either due to time constraints or because it is too “boring”.

I had sardines for lunch in a local bar in Rabe de la Calzada. Another guy came in, Gary from North Dakota (or was it South?), went up to the bar and just said “Beer”. The lady started pouring and he shook his head. “Bigger!”, said Gary, motioning with his hand. She found the biggest glass in the bar and filled it with beer. Gary plopped down and started to drink. He had been walking from some town 8 miles before Burgos. He looked at me and said, “I’m tired!” He looked it. “I’ve never walked more than 18 holes of golf before in my life!” Which proves they play golf in North Dakota. Or South.

On the way out of Rabe, I saw a bench in a yard next to a small ancient chapel. I decided to go and rest my feet, by lying down and kicking my leg up on the backrest. As I lay there, I saw an inscription above the doorway which read:

Templo de la Verdad es lo que mires; no desoigas la voz con que advierte que todo es ilusión menos el muerte.

Well that sent my mind off on a Camino of its own. I pondered the illusion we live in and how attached we get to it as I watched the leaves in the tree shading me as they slowly danced in the breeze.

Eventually I got on my way to Hornillos, staying at the place run by the brother of the woman who married Emilio Estevez’ son. Hornillos is a little place even in a land of little places. But I was about to discover that it’s got life!

This is a picture of the peregrinos who went to mass at the little church in Hornillos. After mass, the priest invited all the peregrinos, which was most everyone up to the altar and handed out the Pilgrim’s Blessing to everyone in all their native languages. We had people from USA, Spain, Italy, France, Panama, Brazil, and Korea. After reading the prayers, we all sang church songs. We Americans sang Amazing Grace. It was interesting to hear versions of some familiar songs on a different language.

After mass I went up the street to a restaurant called the Origen, run by a guy named Omar from Senegal, and had dinner with John from Florida and Bjarne from Greenland. The singing for the evening was not over, as you can see from this piece from La Tosca. Camino surprises never end!

Sorry, could not get the photo and video to upload. Will work on these technical difficulties later!

I mentioned in an earlier post that good fortune often comes my way on my travels. I should have suspected something was amiss this morning when I boarded my bus to Logroño and a minute later another bus coming into the station crashed into my bus, breaking the gull wing mirror and sending cracks propagating though the windscreen. But not so bad that we did not make the trip. Then on arrival in Logroño I realized I had fallen for the “hotel looks like it is in the center of town but is actually two miles away“ trick again. After a complicated process of front desk discussions, phone calls, website visits and chatbot messaging, I cancelled it for a hotel that actually was in town.

Going back to Logroño was like a trip back in time. I went through many of the towns I trekked through on the Camino and saw many pilgrims on the trail. It was like watching my hike in reverse. By the way, you need a mask to ride the bus in Spain. Luckily, I had one. But the poor old fellow in front of me did not and the driver harassed him but eventually gave him one to wear.

The reason I came back to Logroño was to go to a bullfight, particularly the one today which featured Roca Rey, a bullfighter from Peru. And as luck would have it (my luck turned for the good again), I sat next to a couple, of which the woman was from Peru and the man was from Barcelona. We had a great chat this afternoon. There was also a fellow who was oenologist from Bodega Beronia with a friend who is an ex-rugby player. I have already planned a trip to Logrono to visit the bodega while attending the Rugby World Cup next year!

The bullfight was about as good as it gets. Morante de la Puebla struggled with the first bull, which lacked all instinct, and mercifully, but poorly, put it away. Diego Urdiales had a good bull and fought well, but the kill was long and messy. Then came Roca Rey who fights in the extravagant style that I remember of Espartaco many decades ago, though Roca is not quite so daring. He had a good fight but could not place the sword. Morante was up again, but upon a few charges it was evident the bull was cojo, or weak-kneed, so he kept stumbling. After hoots from the crowd, the President allowed a substitute bull. Too bad, because the crippled bull had a lot of fight in him. The replacement bull was an outstanding animal and Morante knew it. He fought him very well and the kill was good. He got an ear.

Diego Urdiales was up for his second bull and put on a very good show. The kill was good. He got two ears, but deserved only one and a half. However, he is a Rioja local and so has the home field advantage. Then it was up to Roca Rey to justify his position as the top billed fighter of the day. The fight made the day. It was a great bull, maybe a bit to heavy, the picadors professional, banderilleros efficient, and Roca Rey dominated the bull. The kill was clean. The bull did not give up his life quickly. Roca Rey was awarded two ears.

The grape harvest fiesta de San Mateo was in full swing and I would have loved to party the night away. However, I got my bullfight fix and am anxious now to get back on the Camino. I love the early morning departures and sunrises, followed by breakfast on the trail and walking and encounters while walking, and the arrival to a new town. It is all good.

Early in my career I had the good fortune to work in Spain. One of the oil fields I looked after was near Ayoluengo, an hours drive north of Burgos. I never spent much time in Burgos if I could help it. Years later, driving from Madrid to Pamplona with the family, I stopped in Burgos, parked near the city center and visited the cathedral where we had a bite to eat. A few months later, I received a parking ticket for that stop. So Burgos was never a city close to my heart.

Today I spent all day in Burgos on my day off and I have to say I have changed my mind. It is not such a bad place after all! I did my laundry, visited the Museum of Human Evolution and went to a physiotherapist to see about my foot. Also had breakfast at the cafe I am sitting at now sipping Rioja for dinner, found the rugby bar and went to Mass.

The Museum of Human Evolution was focused on the archeological dig near Atapuerca, but had exhibits on Darwin’s journey on the Beagle, the commonality of DNA among all living things, all known pre-humans and the rise of homo sapien. While I was wandering through the Atapuerca exhibit I recalled one of the messages on a trail marker a day or so before that said “Deprogram your mind” in Spanish. Meaning, of course, take advantage of the Camino to rid your mind of negative or unproductive thoughts.

So I wondered, there in the museum, what if I deprogrammed my mind of all artificial constructs, leaving only those basic human characteristics that cannot be erased. That would take me back to somewhere around my birth, give or take 9 months. This became the thought experiment: how would I re-program my mind to live in our world which is so full of artificial concepts like money, borders, nations, etc. These are notions we cannot survive without. And now, to continue the experiment, how would Atapuerca man reprogram his mind to live in his world? A simpler task, I suspect.

The visit to the physiotherapist was excellent. I got his number from a lady at the coffee shop at breakfast this morning. It turns out he lives close by. The clinic was new and clean and Andres, the PT, young but reassuring. We discussed my issue (swollen ankle and pain in the shin) and then went to the treatment table. He massaged and worked my ankle, foot, shin and leg. He then used a technique called dry needle, which I had not heard of before. I am aware of acupuncture, but dry needle is more of a western medical practice which involves, if you are not aware, inserting a very slender one inch long needle into your skin and twirling it around in various directions. He did it in two locations just outside the tibia, one about six inches below the knee and the second about three inches above the ankle, where my pain was concentrated. I rolled over and he worked the back of my leg. This was a full one hour of treatment and better than any foot massage I ever got at Wat Po. And I got the pilgrim’s discount! So if you plan to be in Burgos for any reason, drop by Clínica 24 and visit Andres Marcos de Pedro.

By the way, thanks for all the great comments. I love to read them.

I was able to catch up on the queen’s funeral highlights today after a relatively early arrival in Burgos. The Last Post and the piper’s lament were quite moving. I have had similar moments along the Camino almost every day. But they are as difficult to describe as the emotion I felt listening to that lone piper. Anyway, she was an amazing woman.

The cocks were crowing as Lisa and I departed the El Peregrino alberge in Atapuerca which I would highly recommend. We had a tough climb over a very rocky path as the sun came up. I tried to stick to the goat path alongside the pilgrims path, but stunted trees next to it kept brushing my hat off. At last we came to Campañuela del Rio Pico where we stopped for breakfast. It was one of the best layouts of breakfast foods I have seen. The tortilla had tomatoes, onions and mushrooms and they had a large variety of bocadillos, or sandwiches made with baguette-style bread.

We had a much better path to follow now, much of it road and the rest suitable for automobiles, though there was very little traffic. We snaked our way to the top of another rise and there before us gleamed Burgos. The view gave us a glimpse of what the meseta would be like: a mirage! For as close as Burgos appeared to be, it receded into the distance as fast as we approached. The meseta is high, flat land and you can see for miles with a good vantage point.

Finally, we reached the outskirts of Burgos. Two hours later, we reached St Mary’s Cathedral. That’s a lot of outskirt! I walked for a while with a fellow from Madrid who kept muttering “Dios Mio!” wondering where it would end. I had to chuckle, although I was muttering the same under my breath.

Sometimes I feel that I am a very lucky traveler and my hotel selection in Burgos proved to be one of those instances. It is just around the corner from the major bus station and since I plan to take a bus back to Logroño the location could not be better. It is also 10 minutes from the Cathedral and 10 minutes from the Museum of Human Evolution.

Did I not mention that I was going back to Logroño? No, I did not leave anything there and I am not walking from Logroño to Burgos again. This is a planned excursion to attend a part of the grape harvest festival and to watch a bullfight. Tomorrow will be a rest day and the day after I take the two hour bus ride to Logroño. I will spend the night there, possibly drinking a copa or two of vino tinto, then return to Burgos and catch up with the Camino.

Lisa and I met up at the Cathedral and after a tour inside, we had a some wine and pintxos. Lisa really likes the morcilla, the local sausage, and we had several versions of it. Then we returned to St Mary’s for mass and the pilgrim’s blessing. And now, back at the fortuitously located hotel, time to listen again to the Last Post and turn the lights out. RIP, Lillibet!

Just a quick note today. Had a long 20+ mile hike today and suddenly the afternoon and evening are already gone and it is time for this pilgrim to get some sleep. I am in Atapuerca, near an archeological dig that has unearthed fossil records of the earliest man in Europe dating back a million years. It makes you wonder what kind of spiritual quest he might have pondered.

The Féria de Gracias in Santo Domingo went on all night. I wasn’t there but I could hear it in the distance from my room at the Room Concept Hotel. Maybe that’s why there were not many people up when Lisa and I set off at 06:30 am. Except for some other pilgrims. I know it was hard for Lisa to leave her room at the Parador, but we wanted to get to Belorado early to enjoy what the town might offer.

We are creatures of habit as evidenced by our daily routines. Every night before retiring, I make sure my backpack and string bag are packed and ready to go. From bottom to top, my backpack consists of spare insoles, hiking shirts and shorts, dress shirt, baggie with underwear, socks, micro towel (so far unused), laundry bag if I have any, tee shirt (that I sleep in) and toiletry bag, the latter two packed in the morning. In the string bag I keep a bottle of water, a bag of almonds, bananas if I have any, and an assortment of ointments like Aquafor and sunscreen. I try to have a quick shower in the morning and give my teeth a breath-cleansing scrub. I dress, including rubbing Aquafor on my feet and pulling on my wool socks and tie up my trainers, clamber into my backpack, sling the string bag in front, grab my Tilley hat, and I am off. Breakfast will come about 5 km later.

Breakfast consists of a cafe con leche grande and, depending on what is available, a tortilla, croissant, or toast, on that order. I will also eat a banana if available (gotta get my potassium!). Later rest stops might include another coffee or an isotonic drink. I have found that a glass of beer or wine is best left until the destination is reached. I fill my water bottle if necessary.

I prefer to walk alone, but I don’t mind a bit of company every now and then. Sometimes I will start the conversation, sometimes another pilgrim. And as we are all getting familiar with each other, conversations strike up easily and at any time. At first the questions were always: “where are you from?“; “Where did you start?”; “Are you going all the way to Santiago?”. Then the questions were “What made you want to do this?” and now I get a lot of “What was your favorite day?” and “What was your favorite stop?” And then lots of personal questions or comments – but there is an etiquette in how far to push these enquiries. Sometimes I get snippets of other conversations going on around me, some interesting and some that I am glad I am not on the receiving end of. Examples of the latter: a computer program that is easy to learn and difficult to master; the complete rules of how to play Nickels; all the aches and pains and blisters of the Camino.

My feet have been giving me some trouble over the past few days: swollen ankles, soreness, etc. Now here is an amazing fact: if I start talking with someone, I become oblivious to the pain. Then, when that person moves on or falls behind, the pain is very slow to return. There is an a anaesthetic quality to social interaction.

Tonight, a young Colombian priest said mass and gave the pilgrim’s blessing. Tomorrow we are off to Atapuerca, near the site of some early man digs.

Lisa and I got underway at 06:30 this morning. We had a nice breakfast in Azofra an hour later. We reached Cirueña 12 km later and walked right through without stopping. Soon after, a gentle mist turned into a heavy mist and we put on our rain gear. Mine consists of a Hefty trash bag with holes cut out for arms and head. Cheap, but effective, dries out quick and rolls up into a tiny package.

The skies cleared up by the time we reached Santo Domingo around noon. After checking into our hotels and resting up a bit, we celebrated Lisa’s birthday a few days early with vino and pintxos, and later some Rioja truffles. But our greatest achievement of the day was booking the last 6 hotels of our trek. Many pilgrims walk only the last 100 km of the Camino which entitles them to receive the pilgrims credential, so we wanted to get our rooms reserved early as they are already scarce.