Burgos to Hornillos del Camino, 21.0km
Lyrics from my theme song of the day:
I don’t know where I’m goin’ but I sure know I where I’ve been
Hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday
An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time
Here I go again, here I go again
Here I go again on my own, goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known
Like a drifter, I was born to walk alone
An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time.
Thanks, Whitesnake! Surely you had this day in mind when you penned these lyrics.
We were up early and Jimmy walked with me to the Camino, a few blocks from where we lodged. We said our goodbyes, hugged our hugs, issued our final Buen Camino to each other, and then I was on my way.
Out of Burgos on my own, goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known. I didn’t see another pilgrim the entire journey out of Burgos and often wondered if I’d gone off trail. Still, I would come across the occasional arrow or shell, restoring my confidence in my stellar navigational abilities. When I was fully out of the city, I started seeing a few pilgrims scattered across the wide-open spaces in front of me. These wide-open spaces were the beginnings of the Meseta.
Not far from the Fuente, my destination for the day came into view, Hornillos del Camino. By mid-afternoon, I made into town. I settled into the Albergue Meeting Point. Remember, settling in includes showering, laundry, and napping. Later in the evening, I joined my fellow pilgrims and our gracious hosts for a fantastic pilgrim meal. Delicious paella and vino tinto!
Day 1 as a lonely pilgrim was in the books.