Hotel Corona de Castilla in Burgos was full of art, mostly prints but a few one of a kind assemblages. There was even a Francis Bacon print on the primer piso, a contorted male figure in a dramatic spacial environment. It was signed and numbered in Roman numerals. We were only a few blocks from the cathedral so we left our bags in the room and walked back there this morning to see if the little religious shop we had seen last night was open yet. It wasn’t, so we had coffee and Tortilla and went back to check out.
Our route out of Burgos took us back toward the cathedral and that small shop. We struck gold on our third visit. I bought seventeen holy cards for thirty centavos each and Maureen bought a small Cruz de Caravaca from Murcia.
We took a couple of wrong turns on the way out of town and we’re quickly directed back on course by locals. Pilgrims stick out here with their muddy shoes and backpacks. The Camino is like a giant park, as wide as a path, and stretched out, east to west, across the entire country of Spain. Walking it from town to town through gorgeous countryside is like an incredibly long, dreamy movie.
We had vegetable soup and a salad at our hotel in Hornillos (population 68 inhabitants) and we met a couple who said they were staying down the street in the same room Martin Sheen stayed in when his son Emilio Estevez was filming “The Way,” their movie about the Camino. The owner of the hotel there told the couple that Emilio’s son met their daughter during the filming. They married and are living in LA.
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