Rest Day
I left the municipal alburgue by 8:00 AM and found a cafe on the Cathedral Square to have a fresh squeezed orange juice and a plain tortilla. After that St. Christoper wanted to go to the 9:00 AM mass at the Cathedral. Good call by St. Christopher. What a magnificent chapel and this is only one of about 10 chapels in the Burgos Cathedral.
After Mass we all agreed that we would spend the morning touring this awe inspiring Cathedral and its numerous chapels. I stowed my backpack in a locker, bought a pilgrim ticket and got a headset that allowed me to take a narrated three hour tour of the Cathedral, in English!
Notice the beautiful painted altar in this side chapel off the main church in the Cathedral.
This altar in the next side chapel is gilded in gold.
I have no idea what this is but I think it is a solid silver chariot.
This is the five story altarpiece in the main Cathedral Church. This picture doesn’t even come close to capturing the breathtaking magnificent of the ornamentation of this altarpiece.
St. Christopher insisted on lighting a candle for Anna and of course Abe did not want to be left out of the action and neither did I. That is three candles for Anna in the Burgos Cathedral and three fervent prayers for her full recovery.
After we finished our tour of the Cathedral we checked into the more upscale Burgos Hostal. Four bunk beds per room and sheets, blankets and a complimentary breakfast in the morning. And best of all it has a washer and a dryer. I stripped naked, put on my rain jacket and rain pants and washed everything I have been wearing for the past 12 days. My underwear went in white and came out grey, but other than that I would call this a successful laundry day and a very relaxing rest day.
Tomorrow it is on from Burgos and out onto the Meseta for a 22 kilometer hike to our final destination for the day, Hornillos del Camino.
Correction
A few days ago I said that I had a touch of agoraphobia, which I thought, based on my two years of high school Latin, was a fear of heights. My mother, St. Rita, is fluent in Latin and caught my mistake. According to St. Rita, and she is always right, agoraphobia is a fear of leaving your house. It should be patently obvious to anyone following this blog that I am not afraid of leaving my house. Acrophobia is a fear of heights. The rest of you will need to brush up on your Latin and read the blog with much more attention to detail if you want to keep up with my mother, St. Rita.
This is St. Rita in her younger years. She was beautiful then and she is just as beautiful now
I hope everyone has a great Monday.
Good evening from Burgos, Spain.
AbeAndMarkontheCamino 
That cathedral is beyond mere words, maybe, stunning. How do you know when they are using a chapel, I assume they can say mass in them,
Had pork chops with dressing and salad for dinner. But, we are whining because we have not one cookie in the house. Boo, hoo. Guess we will have to eat candy or an ice cream bar,
Don’t think you are big on sweets, I still think they gave us the wrong kid. But, you are a keeper.
Good night from the good old USA.
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The chapel where I went to mass and the main chapel are really the only chapels they use for services. The majority of the auxiliary chapels were built by bishops or noblemen as burial vaults. I do like ice cream and was going to get an ice cream cone last night but it was so chilly that the ice cream shops closed early. I had to settle for some cookies from a bakery.
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