Well I find myself on a bus to Zaragoza with Internet and time to kill. Where did we last leave off? Did I tell you about the bus driver and Zargoza? I was catching a bus in logrono to get to Burgos and the desert. I found the bus, I thought... it said Burgos on its reader board. I asked the driver if it was the right bus. Well actually i showed him my ticket with a questioning look. I know you're dazzeled by my language skills. He pointed to the other side of the bus and said Burgoz Zaragoza. I took that to mean that my pack had to go on the other side of the luggage storage. Depending on where the bus stops your bags need to go on the side with access for your destination. I threw my pack in and then there was the driver taking it back out. He said, I think, "no my bus is Buegos- somewhere. Your bus Burgos ZARAGOZA. He took me by the shoulders walked me to the next stall and said aqui, which means here. He looked me right in the eye said "you Zaragosa" ok then I was where I needed to be. I got on the right bus and arrived in Burgos. I started walking out of town in severe foot and bite blister pain and checked into a nice little hotel on the outskirts of town thinking I'd have a jump start on the next days walk. As I showered and changed I notice things were getting infected on various parts of my body so decided to start antibiotics, rest a day or so, heal a little, pray it didn't affect my blood levels ( coumadin). I kept thinking where is Zaragoza and why did it sound familiar. Went downstairs for dinner with my nook. Discovered they had Internet, only time I was able to get on and searched for Zaragoza. No wonder it sounded familiar. Its where I had wanted to go each time before with the girls but in reality couldn't justify the time on those Caminos. It was like James was saying come now. The family that owned the hotel was heaven sent. The two sons spoke English and were so kind, directing me to all the beautiful cathedrals, monasteries etc in their beautiful city that I should visit. Right next door was a little chapel dedicated to a St dedicated to the camino and it's pilgrims. I went to Sunday mass there and the priest just glowed. I swore a miracle happened and I could understand Spanish. The gospel reading was Peter's asking Christ how many times we must forgive. His homily focused on learning the compassion of forgiveness not the law of forgiveness. See pretty miraculous! I think the saint was buried there because women kept going up to a oh how is it spelled, sarcophagus? Tomb. Anyway they would kiss his feet, Pat the image of his head and light candles. This guy is still well loved! So for now it seems my pilgrimage is on course just as it should be, not as I planned it but feels very directed. Another weird coincidence was on my new nook I'd downloaded a book on the history of man. It was highly reviewed and I love history. Well this book was about the history of man! From our very beginnings! Not my usual type of reading but it hooked me. It made me think so much about religion and evolution, you know deep stuff. One of the sons who was circling churches on the map he had given me asked if I had any interest in the evolution of man. He said even if you have only a little interest you should go to our museum 'The Evolution of Man". It is the best museum of it's kind in the world. It is very famous. Very near here is where they found the remains of a man like us much older than had ever been found. You've heard of this right?" hmm that was possible I mused. Any way he encouraged me to go through his enthusiasm, told me to give myself at least 2 1/2 hours. I stayed over four. It was so interesting. Who knew! The ticket woman was so nice, I asked to purchase the English audio guide. She told me all the information was posted in Spanish and English. Did I want to just read them. Sure. Then she kept trying to give me a discount. I kept saying no to each one she suggested I might be eligible for. As I was waiting for a short film to load in one of the darkened rooms the lighting gave me a unexpected view of myself. No wonder she was trying so hard, I looked pitiable! I saw later the museumwas free for the employed. Must have been what she was thinking. Poor homeless women. Looking at all that information and images of what primitive man might have looked like. How they developed, grew larger brains and became more stable. I wondered at what point did God breath a soul into us. Oh my goodness look at me ramble on!! So sorry but I've nothing else to do on this bus. It seems the circumstances of this pilgrimage keep me alone most of the time. But I am thinking it's the way this pilgrimage is supposed to be. My prayers for you continue. So much time to pray and such depth of gratitude for a of you! Buen camino!