Leaving Burgos, we headed to the nearest shell intersection to join the pilgrim walkers on the Camino de Santiago. Our starting point was Tardajos. Kathy and I walked about 2 kilometres to the next tiny village of Rabe de las Calzadas. It was a pleasant morning with a breeze pushing at our backs. We were on a little used road instead of a path and had to dodge the occasional tractor, car, or combine and join the wild red poppies and various other wildflowers in the ditches. No walking peregrino passed us nor did we catch up to the pilgrim in front of us. When we stopped to wait for our support team car, at least 14 other pilgrims were behind us. They probably started their journey near the French border in various states of preparedness with tennnis shoes or hiking boots, long or short pants, long sleeved shirts, 1 or 2 walking sticks, a big backpack, and, maybe, a small rock in token of their mortal burdens to set down when they reached Santiago de Compostella on the western north coast of Spain about 900 km away. It is a solemn venture these peregrinos are making with much time for introspection and the possible epiphany.
Lows and highs and many twists and turns today brought us at last to the Atlantic coast beach.
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