A load of tripe - Day 27
March 29th, 2008 Posted in Fiesta, Spain
Our final two sections of meseta, separated by a wide chalk valley, are bathed in a rosy, soft dawn light that makes you feel even more apart from the world below. It’s a tiring but very pleasant walk, and we approach to the city of Burgos through a long, shady riverside park, a welcome change after the walk into Leon. We knock gingerly at a battered old door on the street indicated in our guidebook, before being called up four flights of stairs to find a spotlessly clean, modern pension, our refuge for the next couple of nights. Our siesta lasts several hours, before we head out to find a restaurant. Castilian soup turns out to be a bowl of tripe, looking like a honeycomb made of white fat and something I’ve dreaded eating, but it actually tastes fine if I can avoid looking at it on the spoon. 