Sunday 8 October (looks like used the 7th twice).

Cold morning again, then hot afternoon.

QB bundled up.

Not a good day for QB.  Back spasms again, this time on the other side.  After about 10km, and some tea and coffee we decided to take a taxi into Burgos.

Not a bad choice from my perspective as the way in is well remembered and noted as not a pretty one.

Google goggles has misidentified this landmark.  Do not know what it is but clearly not what they said.

Called a taxi and asked “llevanos a Burgos a cathedral?” Por Supuesto.  He then went on to compliment my pronunciation.  I laughed but he said he was not flattering. 

I mentioned my friend, George, we says I speak with a French accent.  The taxi driver agreed but said it was a soft accent, not harsh like some who say QUE TAL or COMO ESTAS.

When I mentioned that QB’s back was hurting he dug out of his glove compartment a container of something sold for backaches, he said he had more and it works, and once again nicely gave it to us.   Gotta love the Spanish.

We arrived just in time to see the back end of the Burgos marathon; there is also a medical conference here so all rooms are booked.

The race route was lined with small market shops.  QB found a stop here necessary; research purposes.

One goal, as we were early, was to get to Mass at the extremely large and famous cathedral.  Wanted to hear the organ. Made a surupticious recording.

The Mass was in a small side chapel.  Impressive for a side chapel. One cannot get into the main cathedral without a tourist ticket – will do that tomorrow.

See if you can spot, above, Jimmie and or chickens.

Tapas streets, of course, for, well, …

While there are a countable number of pictures of the church could not resist one. Suggest looking it up if not seen before.