Of course I did not intend for this to be an heroic phase I had rested well in Burgos and the weather was supposed to clear. After all, it’s all about getting there and you don’t get where you are going unless you go. Turned out that the rain got stronger and the wind turned to a gale. As you walk along you hope that the clearing will come it never did. I am talking about walking across wheat and barley fields with horizontal rain stinging your face and ponchos flapping in the wind like a jib broken loose. Just as hope appeared in the person of a Camino sign that said Hontanas 5 km, the road changes consistency from rocks and puddles to slippery mud. The kind that adds weight to you boots and makes your feet move in directions unanticipated. All that said, I am fine and having a lovely lunch in Hontanas a full 31km from Burgos 292 miles to go and happy to be here.