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Arriving in Burgos

The past few months have been terribly crazy, so many things have been happening (mostly in my head), that there aren't enough words to make sense of it all. It all felt like the ground beneath me was cracking open, the familiar ground that I knew growing up was now shifting and rearranging itself. The catalyst that set it all in motion and the beacons that shone upon a path, have been of immeasurable help and I don't know what I'd do without them. 

Anyway, I wanted to finish this travel post of 2015, before the year got over... so let's get on with that. So in the last post, we had just finished our candlelight procession in Fatima, Portugal. The next day we had a guide who took us around the premises, explaining the apparitions and the story of the three shepherd children, Lucia, Francesco and Jacinta.
The main church was under renovation and we couldn't enter it, but to its side is the grave of Francesco, the shepherd boy, depicted with a lamb on his lap.
This is purportedly the site of the Marian apparitions, a small open air chapel is built over the place of the apparitions.
This is the entrance to the new massive church situated right opposite the main shrine,
A rather scary statue of Jesus inside, I don't know why they made him seem weird. Anyway, we said the rosary in this church.
Mass was held in the hotel we were staying at.
Lunch was quite good, legume soup along with fish and rice.
And a baked apple for dessert. 
Then we got in the bus, and started on our way to Burgos, snapped this picture on the way out of Fatima, a scene of the three children who made this sleepy little village famous. 
Reached Burgos quite late, after a very long drive and had a fulfilling dinner of spaghetti and wine
with some roast chicken
In this hotel in Burgos, Hotel Rice Maria Luisa.
Pretty neat rooms... I really liked this hotel, the people were extremely friendly and helpful. Settled into a deep blissful sleep, the wine working wonders. The next day we set off for Lourdes...

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