Below: Passing Burgos cathedral on our way out of town. They were pressure-washing the square and it made for an interesting misty morning scene.

Below: Another never-constructed Spanish suburb.

Below: Interesting graffiti. I can’t tell if that’s a scallop shell or a cannabis leaf.

Below: The endless meseta.

Below: Hornillos del Camino, an ancient-looking town.

Below: Leaving Hornillos del Camino.

Below: More meseta. For those who started their Caminos in Saint-Jean or later, the meseta provides welcome relief from the hilly landscape that dominates the first few hundred kilometers in Spain, and changes the focus from a physical journey to a mental/spiritual one. But for us seasoned pilgrims, who’d already had plenty of time to think on those boring Roman roads in France, it was very, very tedious.

Below: Knowing that Hontanas was our destination for the day, I got out my GPS and used it to count down the kilometers (anything to pass the time!). As we neared the end of our walk, and the remaining distance dropped to 1 kilometer, then 500 meters, we still couldn’t see any sign of a town or community of any kind. Suddenly, the path dropped away and a valley appeared, with the belltower of the Hontanas church tucked below the surrounding horizon line. We were relieved.

Below: The steep descent into Hontanas. We arrived rather late in the day, and combined with the need to do laundry and a very full albergue, I didn’t have the time or space to write in my journal today.

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