Hola dear ones,   Well well well here we are in Hornillos 

after a 12.6 mile walk from Burgos.  We started the Meseta 

today which is a high plateau with open wheat fields and big 

sky. Gay feels quite at home here as she grew up in Kansas. 

I love the open vast feeling of it all and o can feel that 

opening inside me as well. We were accompanied today by the 

blustery and constant energy if the wind.  I love the wind 

and it energizes me and clears out any co webs in my brain. 

We were walking into the wind and thus is the first time 

we've really spent an entire day embraced by this element. 

The Meseta is wide open so the gusts were not hindered in 

any way and  were amazing and i found myself hooting and 

hollering on occasion.  I know on all levels that I can not 

choose the weather, but when you are in the elements the 

ranking of what you prefer come into play. For example the 

wind was unexpected and I had not really considered what 

walking the Meseta with wind would be like as I was so 

focused on how it would be to walk  the Meseta with the 

hot hot sun. All in all it is what it is. Little me in 

this Wondrous magi al world of the elements. My gift is 

to embrace it al and accept what is.  Which brings me to 

today's accommodations.  Our friend Gerri who did the 

Camino in May and June gave us some head up on various 

alburgues along he Camino.  She has vi en a bug no to 

the Uni Joan Albergue in this town, but when we arrived 

here the nice hostel was full and were slowly made our 

way to the municipal alburgue.  Well it too was full and 

we now find ourselves on cots in the empty sports building. 

It is big and cold and it is a shelter.  Shortly after we 

arrived and began to laugh at this scenario the wind picked 

up  and it began to rain.   Soooo, ideal, no way !!! 

Enough, you bet. !!!!   We'll bundle up,  get a cup of 

tea, go to bed early and move on to our next adventure. 

The accoustics are amazing in here and our German friend 

Petra is humming a lovely  song as I write.  Ah the simple 

pleasures of life. It reminds me to find joy in everything. 

Yesterday in Burgos I was in the square writing post cards 

and sitting next to a woman and her 2 daughters. 

The little one  a bit fussy and her mama was singing to her. 

She must have been About 1 1/2  or 2 years old.  I caught 

her eye and  she and her sister who was about 5 came sidling 

over  to me.  I connected to her by the universally undertstood 

language of art.  Draw me a picture ,  which she did and I 

still have her little squiggles.  Her mama graciously allowed 

me to take a photo of the girls and we were all beaming when 

I left.   And then of course being the man magnet that I am, 

I look up to see another octogenarian smiling and flirting with me, 

taking my hand and pulling me in close.  My  no able espanole 

did not help and I was rescued by a young woman who overheard 

me asking where I could post a letter.  Come on, something's 

gotta give here. Older men yes but there  is a limit here. 

Gay and I surprised ourselves today by making it to Hornillos. 

We were going to stop in Rabe  de las Calzadas but we arrived 

there around 11 this morning and that was too  early to stop. 

So we continued on and are sleepingin our very own personal 

basket ball court.  As of today we have walked 237.3 miles 

and have been walking for 19 days.  Amazing.  I glad to be 

out walking again. Although our time in Burgos was great i 

prefer  the smaller villages and the old prt of those villages. 

Soon inwill wander outside if the rain has stopped and go for 

a hit drink, make a visit to the village church which is always 

lovely and write in my journal.  No laundry today. It won't dry. 

Okay that all for mow n love to you all and as always. Carpe Diem. 

Camille on the Camino. There are many more people arriving. 

I am grateful for my humble bed.