Dinner in albergue la Fabrica in the Molino Impressive city gate of Burgos. Swollen eye is already thinner  alternately playing accordion in minor and major under the city gate. I also filmed    in the absence of good contacts today I simply chat with an icy Burgosian   First look at the cathedral of Burgos 

Tonight I slept well, together with the cycling father and his son from Barcelona and the guappa historian, like many youngsters in the Nl. also without a job. No snoring. With a friendly hug the nice inn keeper said goodbye . Though Tosca had been allowed to sleep inside I preferred to leave her outside 

Swollen eye. Perhaps that’s why I hit the wrong path . A new day, a new sound, is a Dutch saying. I open the eyes. Gosh, what a sleepy eyes. Nothing sleepy eyes,  but in my case swollen eye. The night before last night I already felt some itching at my left temple. Is that 

One drink at the local bar  Spanish timber architecture    Tosca rests a few hours at church entrance, opposite of albergue An hour ago I arrived in Itero de la Vega. Now I’m settled down at a bar / cafe with wifi. I’m alone here in the bar, of course with the television. I left 

    Tosca enjoyes herself ] Statue of a pilgrim    dormitory in the albergue We are not lucky with the weather. After a nice day of about 30 easy kilometers in the sun, with only about 30 min. time wasted by searching the road in a village, I arrived before the evening at the 

Breakfast Monday, all of us still some musty  Lunch Break. Leon fills his stomach on a grass field in Sahagun  Rear side of the inn Monday. Updating my blog in the sun  Leon may walk freely in the garden Ouwkloete, num mich nit koelek (damn, excuse me). During my short trip today, less than 20 km, 

Again a liquor cellar. Bodega? And the beet that Leon does not want is carried away by Tosca Why don ‘t we d do it in the road. Song of the Beatles. Undemanding Leon   The road is ours. So walking in the middle of the road at least Leon can not always pull me down, 

I believe these are bodegas. I am amazed. Tosca is trying to get me a bottle (snitch)   Leon dares everything: bridges, locks, guarddogs    often narrow passages are not meant for anxious pack horses.  The bag begins to tear. Bale!     Bodega, wine storage, with Tosca trying to scrounge a bottle for me Leon Episcopal 

Huge flock’s guardian. Often they are afraid if you approach them As soon as possible, before it got too late, I wanted to depart from Mercedes (and her husband)’s house. Upon leaving Mercedes she gave me the impression that I, or was it for my payment for the inn?, was worth a real embrace. I