I wasn’t even out of the airport before I met two other Camigas, as we milled about waiting for o
ur bus to Burgos. A young woman from Oregon, on the Camino for the first time, myself, heading back to restart where I’d stopped a few years ago, and a Swiss lady, veteran of several Camino routes off to spend a week on the Francés before heading north to walk the Norte. Our common bond, we all spoke English, were all travelling alone, were all looking for the same bus.