When you spend most of every day walking through the mountains in silence, you can experience ¨culture shock´´ when you walk into a city like Burgos. I could handle the culture shock, but then I couldn´t find the yellow arrows that mark the path…and I did not know what to do. I had no translators, people and vehicles were everywhere, and there was no sign of ¨The Way.´´
I tried to ask a few locals, but three of them each gave me different directions and none of them spoke English. Great. After about 15 minutes, I was exasperated, but I remembered my experiences the past couple of days. I have felt guided here, not misled. I mentally prayed to my recently deceased friend, Angel.
´´Please, I need an arrow!´´
After that, I stopped worrying. I just kept walking around. Finally, I found a man who did not speak English, but I was able to understand what he said, and soon, I found an arrow. I kept following the arrows through town. Every now and then it would be a while until I saw one, but right when I was about to lose hope, one was there.
When I finally arrived on the street of the albergue I was planning to stay at, there was a fruit store called ¨Angel´s´´ right on the corner. I literally stopped and laughed. I kept walking closer to the albergue, and on the right was a hair salon called ¨Angel´s.¨ Now this was beyond comical. I walked even closer to the albergue, and Francisco limped out of the pharmacy. He walked me directly to the albergue, even though I almost turned the wrong way twice.
Now, I am sitting in the albergue. Another pilgrim has just informed me that Michael and Alex are in town and are planning on meeting Francisco and I for dinner. I thought I was lost, but apparently I am exactly where I am supposed to be.