Happy Birthday Brett Anderson, I Guess

This is what I get for being this way.

Here are some charming cows I saw on the way into San Juan de Ortega on Friday.

Burgos is big enough that even before you hit its suburbs, there is a fairly dense collection of villages surrounding it. I stayed in one called Obaneja Riopico. The albergue was tucked behind this church.

We had charming wine decanters at dinner.

The sky on the way out of Obaneja.

A cool apartment building in Burgos.

A cute church (I think NS Pilar) on the way out of Burgos.

Getting out of Burgos requires getting under and around a bunch of freeway infrastructure.

A powerful message for everyone!

On the way into Tardejos, where I spent the night.

I love sharing American cultural values!!!

A rainy sunrise leaving Tardajos.

The winding street through Hornillos del Camino.

Trail meal on the far side of Hornillos.

This is the Albergue San Bol. I took it while I was waiting for it to open. It's the first place I have stayed that was completely isolated, not even in a tiny village or the like.

It's idyllic qualities were compromised when it was descended upon by a group of Dutch high schoolers. They were charming for the most part, but you can see how it isn't the ideal for this sort of place.

Chandelier and ceiling in the dining room at San Bol, built around the ruins of an old monastery.

Meseta on the way out of San Bol.

Ruins of the Monastery of San Anton on the way to Castrojeriz.

The approach to Castrojeriz.

A couple of Castrojeriz churches.

An adorable cat lurking outside of Castrojeriz’s Albergue San Esteban.