Burgos and we woke later than normal and finally out on the street to see it had rained overnight. I put on my rain jacket just in case even though it looked like the rain had stopped. But false alarm the street had been washed down. It was a good mistake though and I appreciated the extra warmth.

On our long walk out of Burgos we saw what appeared to be an archaeological dig. It was behind a set of old steps. Revisited Indiana Dave and I climbed the steps to have a better look. Satisfied we headed back down. I missed my footing and unable to right myself began a tumble downwards. In true Indiana Dave style Indiana Dave grabbed me by the backpack- he insists it was by the backside – and stopped me in mid tumble. God I’ve done it now. I looked down to see an empty iPad cover in my hand. Oh no. Several steps down, there was the iPad, facedown. My iPad I motioned to Indiana Dave as he tried to sit me right way up. In my minds eye all I could see was it’s smashed screen. Thankfully my iPad was intact and it was then that I felt the incredible pain in my left thigh. I stood, limped down the steps and limped away. Ego just as bruised as my leg.

Just out of Burgos near the town of Rabe de las Calzadas the Meseta begins. The Meseta is the central Spanish tablelands. The Camino Francés winds its way though approximately 220 kilometres of Meseta. Rabe de las Calzadas a pretty town with an unusual fountain and some extraordinary murals.

On the Meseta and the change of scenery was incredible and beautiful.

A cold chilly wind blew us into Hornillos del Camino and a 13 degree day. As we arrived the on again off again drizzle that had accompanied us for the last three hours turned into a light rain which lasted for over an hour. Pilgrims arriving after us left pools of water on the reception/kitchen floor.