It was our first day on the Meseta -
the vast plateau in the heart of Spain;
rimmed by mountains with elevations that range from 610 to 760m.
I had read SO much about the desolation, barrenness and bleak brownness of this area
that I was amazed to see how lushly green it was,
at least at this time of year.
at least at this time of year.
Once again, I was profoundly grateful that my Camino was in the spring -
and not the heat of summer.
The weather was overcast and cool, bordering on cold -
and it made walking far easier.
While I still struggled with occasional knee ache and back pain,
my body was finally starting to tolerate the demands being placed on it!
We had new walking companions on this leg of the Camino -
and our conversations were easy yet deeply personal.
On our way out of Burgos this morning,
we saw a wonderful sculpture of a woman on a journey
although all of us remarked that our journeys had rarely been in such calm waters!
We walked through villages that seemed forgotten by time
on paths that seemed to go on forever.
We also passed cairns that spoke of faith
and contemplation.
They were perfect counterpoints to the sculpture earlier in the day.
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