We spent the next night in Burgos. Along the drive, the dramatic mountainous, medieval fortress world of the Basque Country rapidly descended into arid medieval, Castillo land. I would struggle to pick my favourite so would opt to be a princess raised in one land, who marries a prince in the other.
we entered the main square through this gate. Something this impressive just blends into the scenery in Soain, everything is so elaborate. Burgos has one of the most impressive cathedrals in the land. Some pictures attempt to do justice.
Matisse has recently learnt to put out her hand and wave. We have been high fiving her so now she seeks this out from strangers. An elderly gentleman in the cathedral thought this was hilarious. He did it twice, his face bright with joy.He went to do it again, but first he was calling his wife so she could see. Matisse was left hanging there...Waiting... Finally the wife looked, he swooped in for the high five... Aaaaand.... She pulled away. Oh man. It was hilarious. I don't think he will ever leave an eight month old hanging again.
We went for a walk by the river. The gardens are another masterpiece to themselves. You feel like you are percent on set a period drama. Karl got a little too much into the swing of things, trying to build scandal and infidelity into the plot.
I was feeling deadley for spotting this random building, which I named the leaning tower of Burgos. It was honestly falling down, but Karl was convinced it was built to look like this. We could have argued all day because both sides had compelling arguments, and we are married after all.
This place is on the Camino walk which Karl's mum trekked last year. We had heard all about the pelligrino (pilgrim) meals they serve up. If we had been more astute, we could have bought one for ourselves, but paid the full price and not the special pilgrim rate. They are pretty similar to the menu del Dia - three courses of mouth watering Spanish cuisine, wine or beer, coffee and bread. A feast in other words. We ended up in the same restaurant as heaps of the pilgrims and were eaves dropping on their conversations. Matisse was crawling around making friends with all of them.
I also busted Karl and Matisse taking selfies, so I had to share.