Burgos

6th March

Last night was bloody freezing. I woke up at 5.00am and the bits outside the duvet were frozen. Had a sip of water and it had nearly turned to ice. Hang on, this is supposed to be a winterised, fully insulated German, dogs boll......s van. Hmm, I don't think so!! Checked the temp. Inside 5c, outside saddlebag -3c. Shall I get in with JC? Hmm, looking down off the shelf, others have got there before me and are snuggling up hard. Face under duvet and sleep.

It was still freezing in the morning, and the electrics were so damp everything shorted out, but the Burgos residents were out there and hard at it. Strutting, running, jogging, etc. it was an eye opener.

I went to reception. How is the poor sore wifi. It is fixed but it €2000 a minute. Or something like that!! How is the washing machine. It is up and running, but you have to deliver it to the washing lady between 12.00 and 3.00. Hmm, we plan to go into town today, and won't be around at those times. Any chance we could do it ourselves when we get back? NON

It is 3 km into the old town and because of pesky pups we take the van. There is a big car park on the south side of the river just opposite the main happenings and we make for there. In the shade, dogs stay in and we are off. Free. Well for a couple of hours until I start to get anxious about them.

The cathedral is supposed to be worth a visit, but whilst we have seen a few now the exterior is amazing.



























Other than the usual stuff inside, El CID,s grave is probably worth noting although the picture of him is also rather handsome. Or is that Charleston Heston?

The place is full of those trees that we have now seen many times in Plazas and streets in Northern Spain. The branches from the neighbouring trees seem to grow into each other to form one and whilst they are nobbly and knurled, it looks very attractive. I asked an ancient looking farmacist about them whilst she was cleaning her shop window. She reckoned they are called
Platano oriental, but I'm still not sure.



























We stopped odd at a cafe which I didn't notice at the time but is also called a Choclatier. So when I ordered a hot chocolate, it was a cup of dark, rich, to die for, pure chocolate. Not sure how many calories but probably the most ever in one drink!

Don't want to return to the site now, so decide to move on and we find an Aire about 35 miles en route at Miranda de Ebro. The roads here are an engineering feat. The Spanish must have spent a fortune. Because of the mountain range which runs right across the north side of the country, they use all sorts of aids to achieve fast, safe and drive able roads. There are clever bridges, long tunnels, great shelves cut into the mountain sides and v shaped gashes in some of the lower ones so that the road is not too steep.





















A really enjoyable afternoon's drive but by the time we get to the Aire both Pups are whining and Kicker is barking hard. They are really fed up and it makes me feel quite bad. The Aire is as usual by a river and Jc takes them for a long walk which cheers them all up whilst I try out the Big Boy Free Sat Dome. Should be able to get a signal from here. Ah, no. But there is a high rise block to the SE of us. I move the van 3 ft. Forwards and hey presto. Soon I am watching Movies4Men2+1(not a prime station, I feel!). A Richard Attenborough film from the last century. It is the only station I can get and this fizzles out when it gets dark. Why is that??!


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