Tag: Burgos
El Cid
the city of Burgos
no matter how long it takes to get into Burgos on foot, it is an significant city — both for its connection to El Cid (about which more later) and as the historical capital of Castilla.
earliest settlement of the area overlooking the confluence of Arlanzón River tributaries dates from the Romans. once they left the village plodded along without much excitement the small county of Castilla seceded from León following devastation by Moorish invaders in the early 10th century. thereafter, the heads of León, Aragón, and Navarra fought almost constantly to control the comparatively small buffer state — Burgos proving paramount of the territorial prizes. previous posts have discussed various wars of succession aiming at control over Castilla and/or León; suffice it to say that fortunes for Burgos and Castilla took a tumultuous course.
in addition to its pivotal location on the Camino at the Arlanzón River, trade routes from the Bay of Biscay also passed through here on their way south towards Madrid and Southern Spain. the merchant class that found themselves in Burgos grew into an impressive oligarchy that consolidated considerable political power in the 13th century, using their wealth to bolster the fortunes of various monarchs by providing mounted fighters. by the 14th century, it grew increasingly cosmopolitan, hosting merchants from as far away as London and Bruges. various neighborhoods claimed Castillian, Basque, Aragonese, Frankish, and Moorish inhabitants. the Jewish population, while thriving at one time, was decimated in anti-Semitic riots of the late 14th century. in modern times, Burgos endured battles during the Napoleonic Peninsular and later Carlist wars, as well as serving as the seat of Franco’s Nationalist government. the presence of Franco spurred economic growth of the 20th century as it established textile factories to replace those under Republican control in the east.
the city is known for it’s remarkably preserved old town, as well as the incredible cathedral at the center of it all. as some of you have seen, we snagged a room with a view of the cathedral for our lodging though, because of nice long soaks in the tub and a splendid nap, we didn’t make it out to investigate the cathedral prior to evening mass … which means we only got to enjoy the exterior. but more on that to come …
Burgos — the long (interminable) approach
departing Agés it didn’t seem like Burgos was all that far — maybe something to do with leaving as the sun is rising? by walking past San Juan de Ortega we shaved three and a half kilometers off the day and our hearty dinner should have prepared us well for the day … and yet …
seeing Burgos from the hilltop over Atapuerca, a mere three kilometers into the day certainly didn’t help, giving a false sense of accomplishment and relative progress. the distant view of Burgos was spectacular especially under the clear, sunny skies of Castilla. but as it kept not getting closer, not getting closer, not getting closer as the day warmed up, as we crossed major highways, dodged traffic on busy roads, and skirted the airport.
the worst part about coming into large cities is the sprawl. kilometer after kilometer of of paved-over landscape crowded with industrial storefronts; just like here in America, really. the reality of urban sprawl isn’t something we think about on a regular basis — what having two dozen home remodel stores situated one next to another next to another — because we get everywhere via vehicular transportation. but when its been two hours since you passed the last cafe and you’ve been walking on uneven surfaces and everything you pass caters to car-based culture you start to notice it. our guidebook offered a couple of different alternative routes to get into Burgos and we opted for the shortest … which, as the guidebook promised, was an ugly approach. after skirting the airport it was several kilometers along a six-lane roadway lined with DIY stores — mostly for bathroom remodeling. not a few times did I wish we’d taken a break at the last village outside the city limits to rest and refresh…
and even once we reached the city limits of Burgos we had a heck of a time finding our lodgings for the night. I should have known better on day 12, but by the last few kilometers my sense of distance traveled in a given length of time was blown completely out of proportion. over and over we learned that the time it takes to cover the first kilometer is not equal to the length of time it takes to cover the last kilometer. in the end, we broke out the the iPhone and used some of our limited data allotment to find out where we were, where our destination was, and how the two related to one another. the tub and the view were great, once we arrived, but I certainly could have done without that stretch of ugly, inconvenient nothing.
did I mention that among all those DIY bath showrooms there was a Bridgestone tire plant? apparently in 2010 the plant won Spain’s “European Mobility Week” Award for “Best Practices,” recognizing Bridgestone’s “policies in the area of sustainable mobility and its commitment to raising awareness for the impact of how we move on both the environment and quality of life generally.” whatever that means.