I'm distraught. Actually, distraught is quite a weak word for the emotion I felt when, upon arrival at the flat after a four hour train journey - complete with weed-smoking hippies who refused to wear shoes whilst parading up and down the aisles - I discovered that I had missed (in the words of the BBC) "The Most Exciting El Clasico in Years!". Yes, whilst Messi was scoring a hat-trick, I was stuck on a train crawling through Castilla. I missed the most exciting El Clasico since Sergio Ramos bitch-slapped Puyol a few years ago.
But hey, Burgos was pretty awesome: so I'm sure I'll get over the loss...
I almost missed the train on Saturday morning, waking up around oh, I don't know, twenty minutes before it left? No big deal. Totally had it under control - and a taxi number on speed dial. The journey wasn't too strenuous despite it's length. It afforded many a discussion about the various geographical phenomena we passed through, example:
"Is that a hill or a mountain?"
"A mountain."
"It's not high enough."
"But we're already high up, so it's higher than it looks."
"So even though it looks like a hill, it's actually a mountain."
"Yes."
All three of us are paid to teach.
You would think that the sketch like nonsense would end once we got off the train, but no, oh no. How confusing can a train station be? Very. When there is no bus stop, and yet a bus timetable, where does the bus stop...? Well, perhaps on the massive "BUS" painted on the road. I will not reveal how long it took us to work that out.
We stayed in a lovely hotel right in the centre of the old part of Burgos. The room was nice. The receptionist was not. In fact, in general the people of Burgos seemed to despair of our attempts to converse in Spanish. Now I'm definitely not fluent yet, but we make a pretty good effort to be understood. There's no real need for rolled eyes or to say (as the receptionist did) "maybe English is better?" No. Thanks.
Burgos is probably most famous for its Cathedral, which is just popping out the top of Plaza Mayor there.
Now, I am already a huge fan of the beautiful Gothic Cathedral in Leon but after having seen Burgos, I might have to rethink my favourites.
My pictures really don't do it justice. It's so big. I cannot begin to understand how someone could have designed and built something so amazingly gigantic and elaborate. Basically every other cathedral in Spain has to take a long hard look at itself and ask whether it should be in the same category as this.
The ground they built it on was a different height on one side than the other, a problem solved by building a set of stairs so beautiful that the Paris Opera House based their staircase on it.
The Cathedral (and food) took up most of Saturday so on Sunday we did my FAVOURITE THING EVER.
TOURIST TRAIN!
My absolute adoration for tourist trains is dwarfed only by their larger bus counterparts. The best thing about little trains like this is guessing whether or not they will actually attempt to climb up tiny cobblestoned paths - this is Spain, of course they will.
On the train's route we spotted an exhibition about Isabel la Catolica, I think the only historical Spanish figure I know anything about, and that mostly comes from the TV series about her. The exhibition was basically the outfits from the show. Los Reyes Catolicos were in Burgos for a while, so it does make some sense.
Not that I cared. I just wanted to see the gorgeous dresses.
Isabel
Gonzalo
Juana de Aves
Note: anyone wearing dark colours in TV shows is a baddy. Fact.
For further proof see Morgana from Merlin post series 3 - red lipstick and black dresses galore.
Burgos also, obviously, has a castle. Because the Cathedral of Cathedrals just wasn't enough. It's more of a ruin now, a certain Texan was disappointed by it. This started a conversation about how many ruins that old there are in the US (none.)
Holly's attempt to invade the castle.
In spite of missing the football I had a wonderful weekend in Burgos. Coming up in the next few weeks is the Sweeney-Wells invasion of Oviedo next weekend and then Easter!
Only seven weeks left in Oviedo - which seems simultaneously like loads of time and nothing at all.