We walked across Spain, in part, to experience its cathedrals. The Cathedral of Saint Mary of Burgos did not disappoint. It was glorious. Jaw-dropping even. It taught us the meaning of Gothic.
Ah, Burgos!
On the morning that we walked into Burgos, we slept a little later. Of course, “a little later” in this context, meant hit-the-trail around 8:00, as opposed to 6:00. It was only a 10-kilometer hoof to the city, and we knew that even with a late start we would arrive before noon. The Spanish seemed generally unfamiliar with the sunrise side of the day so it made little sense to yalla-yalla, rush-rush.