We left Burgos at 6:30, I mean 7:00, ahem 7:30. Practically on time.
We could see our lunch stop an hour before we arrived there. Cafe con leche was just in reach.
Most of the day other pilgrims were behind us and I said to Don, They’re gaining. To which Don replied, Inconceivable. At least there weren’t electric eels.
It’s the end of the first day I have to admit, we’re super tired and each have one sore shoulder. What the hell were we thinking? Tonight it’s an aubergue. Wish us luck.