I knew we were going to bus into Burgos at some point because of the urban sprawl, but I didn't think it would be today and I didn't think we'd bus two legs. I found myself not caring one bit. We practically skipped into town and found the local tourism office to inquire about the autobus. It was like 11am and this one cafe owner was packing in his chairs already closing. Unbelievable. We found a supermercado and I stocked up on my usual wine and saucisson and pastry and proceeded to a darling park to wait. The bus picked you up at an intersection. There was no sign, no nothing, so we waited. Eventually a few others began milling around and we knew we were in the right place.
It was a delightful hour spent watching the locals in their native habitat. Cute families, cute couples, the locals in Belarado were friendly, saying "Hola" to us, and "Buen Camino." Actually it was the people in the street who were friendly, but the shop owners and the cafe owners and the grocery store clerks and the mail clerks and the bar servers and basically the whole service industry, those people were still pretty rude. They were VERY rude according to Dee's standards, and even I have to admit, it was like France in the 80's, they were unaccommodating, unwilling, and unfriendly. Case in point, as soon as the bus came, Dee saw Elias from Switzerland and briefly hugged him and the bus driver had a hissy fit on the street claiming she was holding up the entire schedule. Spanish soap opera. That kind of thing.
We bussed 51.5 kilometers today, through Villafranca Montes de Oca and St. Juan de Ortega, and arrived two blocks from the hotel Dee booked for us. From there it was an easy walk over the bridge to the 13th century Cathedral de Santa Maria, one of Spain's largest and most beautiful cathedrals. Essentially Gothic, it combines many styles having been "embellished" over the centuries. And of course when we get there and want to go inside, it's closed.
- George Sand