Miami, Spain

I haven’t written for a long time! Once we rested in Burgos, we knew we were done with the Camino until we pick it up again next year. I felt sad to leave because the experience was so rich and meaningful. It’s the type of journey that builds to a climax, thus leaving in Burgos was a cliffhanger. We took off our clam shells and kind of slunk away, as it felt like quitting even though we planned to stop for valid reasons. It turned out Malia and Tomas needed to see us right away or they wouldn’t have the time, and a visit with my niece was imperative. Picking up our maletas in Burgos was not as simple as we supposed. The post office didn’t recognize the bar code on our claim tickets as one of theirs, but luckily, the workers had compassion for us, made a few phone calls to track our luggage to a private international shipping company that had an office in the outskirts. We took a taxi way out, then found our bags, intact. Taking on our rolling maletas sealed the deal. We’re not pilgrims now. We meandered around Burgos, purchased souvineer fans, and ate dinner by the cathedral. We had avocado salad and paella. We concluded our tour of Burgos, walked contra Camino to the bus station, and whooshed off to Granada with our feet up watching Spain pass by through the bus window.