Burgos for an additional night.
The anticlimax of the day after. However I really never saw the Way I search for on this Camino. Too oriented towards reaching the destination, in the heat of the afternoon, and it was up to me not to be the same, but I think I failed. Saying goodbye to those I've walked a long way with. Some took selfies. And some gave hugs. After a bad stomach ache during the night and a constant coughing from someone in the dormitory I feel pretty shady - and the light in the shower cubicle also regularly coming on helped not at all! It's probably not true that I never felt at ease. I did at the beginning in the greenery of the Pyrenees and below. Then I got into the pattern of the other folks on the way to Santiago. I am so fond of the ways through France, where I rarely meet another soul. But I just had to revisit the Camino Frances. Now I am indecisive about whether I stay here in Burgos, and be a tourist, or go to Santander to do the same! It's probably advisable to have...