Being as far out to the west of Spain as humanly possible on the continent, we decided we would give ourselves a couple of days to get back home. Going from the hotel, up through Coruna, down back through Lugo (on the motorway this time though) and out of Galicia, we headed for Leon where we changed direction and drove to the east, right across Leon & Castilla; stopping in a charming village of which I’ve already forgotten the name to have some lunch. Our intention was to visit Burgos, a large-ish city directly south of Santander.I didn’t know much about the place and, yet again, it was really nice. My dad is such a philistine at times, especially when it comes to visiting places; all he wanted to do was look at the cathedral and go, whereas I wanted to get more of a feel for what the place was actually like. I started to look around the place and he was drifting towards the car park, so I stopped to take a picture and whoops, he wasn’t there anymore. I had a great look around alone, it’s so colourful here; all the buildings on the square are painted differently. In fact, there are a few squares dotted around, and the place actually has some interesting shops; such a rare occurrence these days!
I stopped at a bar for a drink and headed for the car, feeling as though I knew how nice Burgos is, instead of just knowing how nice its cathedral is. The picture of the cathedral is what I chose because my other pictures didn’t really capture the essence of the place, you have to be there to truly appreciate it.
Psychologically, we were close to home, in reality we were about four hours away, but it was still only about three o’clock when we left Burgos so we were sure of making it back with good time. Sure enough, I’m now writing this in France, about to get a good night’s sleep in my own bed. We have travelled 1400 miles in three days, but I haven’t regretted one single bit of it.
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