The first thing I have to blog is food in Burgos.OMG.My wife would have been in heaven.Amongst other things foie gras on perfect crustina x 2. I had an extra one for you my dear. I also had a great bartender who I befriended and provided me with great crioja and ribiera. It was a good evening.
The second thing is Burgos. Really beautiful. The calle leading into the cathedral was lined with Henry Moore sculptures. The cathedral was back lit at night and spectacular. It has to be my favorite big city so far on the camino.
I went to Bilbao yesterday with Dan,Deon,and Laercio. The bus ride in was nice. We slept for a while and awoke with rain. Bilbao was incredible. The Guggingheim museum was amazing. Architecturally, one of the most amazing structures I have seen. One of the artists reminded me of Ross Brown. Huge panels of metal arranged in different patterns, like a labyrinth. Another artist, from Pakistan had an incredible audiovisual presentation. The city was cool. We went to the cathedral,basilica,bus station etc. the one disappointment was food. just did not quite hook up there.
We walked from our apartment, in burgos, early this morning. We had a very nice apartment. We walked along the river,then slowly out of town. We walk past many planets, including linea perennia,rosa hips,eryngium,scabiosa and I believe some type of colchicum bulb(unsure of name).i placed a picture of them. They push up through the worst rocky soil.It reminds me of the resilience and strength of the people here. 
Although many people have dropped out, you see little old ladies walking solo. It is amazing how many woman do this solo. It is easy to walk solo part of the day and meet up with your friends at night. These people doing solo are inspirational.
We walked over a plateau for around 15 miles. It was barren,stark fields and desolate. On the periphery of this ubiquitous desolation were many windmills. Massive monoliths of matter, 
ambivalent,silent and motionless. Waiting for a gust of energy to propel its wings into continuing similar Circles, some faster some slower. We, as humans, are stuck in the circle of life. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. It is inescapable. Yet, our spirit attempts to transcend that circle and become something more.
Spirituality, religion, call it what you may.
We walked into this little town after walking through no where.it was like an apparition, a mirage.unbelievable, happy. Cervasa and sun.
Life is good.
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