We left Carbollino early, stopping at a market for a breakfast of fresh bread and water to be eaten as we drove.
The drive from Carbollino toward Pontevedra (our intended destination) was beautiful. Broad expanses of low hills with small communities nestled in the valleys.

We stopped several times just to enjoy the view. It wasn’t that it was dramatic or spectacular. It was peaceful and bucolic.
Dan stood in this pose, looking out over the valley for almost 10 minutes – completely unaware that I was taking his picture.

I thought it was interesting that picnic benches and fencing were made of granite, yet the roadside parks were overgrown. They weren’t littered, but it was obvious that mowing wasn’t a priority. It is easy to imagine that alien visitors in some distant future will come across these unexplainable stone tables in an overgrown wilderness and wonder who put them there and why.
Perhaps anthropolgists will try to connect the tables’ position with celestial alignments and conclude that they were for some sort of religious sacrificial rite.