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Until the summer of 2007, my main experience of the city of Burgos itself
was a bleak
afternoon hanging around a Toyota garage waiting for them to fix my expedition Landcruiser on the way to Africa.
As it was only two days before Christmas and there seemed little chance of
the parts arriving anytime soon, we thought we might have rather more fun
waiting somewhere else.
We finally decided to head out into the countryside
and, even though it was very cold and occasionally wet, we had a rather
romantic Christmas comfortably ensconced in the Parador at Lerma. The food, not surprisingly, is great unless you
are a sad vegetarian (even then you can indulge in an amazing variety of
fungi) and the wine is....mostly Rioja; need I say more?
Lovely little towns and villages, monasteries
and the usual atmosphere of cosy restaurants, bars with wood smoke and
cigars despite the silly smoking ban. I just had to go back when it was less
penetratingly cold and so discovered the real Burgos as the first stage of
my pilgrimage to Santiago. However, even in September, it does get
quite chilly in the evenings and you notice how people seek the sunny spots
in the Plaza rather than heading for the shade as is more usual in Spain. |
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