We reached the coast by noon and had lunch on the island of O Grove, obviously a popular local holiday spot, but not particularly exciting. We were a bit ahead of season, so that may have contributed to our ho-hum reaction.
After lunch we made the short drive to Cambarro, a very beautiful coastal town where we were planning to spend the night in our first Parador.
We stopped at the tourist information office and visited with a young man who advised against the Parador. (too expensive, poor service, attitude). Instead he sent us to a TWO star hotel called Casa Rosita.

Casa Rosita was absolutely beautiful; famous for its offerings of traditional Galician food; and rivals anything a 4 star offers. I really don’t understand the 2 star designation. But I’m not complaining! We thought we might like to try some of that famous food for dinner, but first we wanted to go into town and see some of the interesting sights the young man at the information office told us about.

The town’s most important landmark is the skeleton of an old church that holds the graves of generations of families. The churchyard is so full to overflowing with graves. They occupy every square inch of space outside the remaining walls and spill over into what used to be the sanctuary.

The commemorative plaque on the gate of Santa Marina Dozo was our first exposure to the dual language signage of Galicia, and a reminder that Gallangos have their own dialect.

One of the very interesting things about the churchyard was the way parts of the original church had been cannibalized to mark the graves. Here is an example of one of the churches windows being used as a frame for the tombstone.

After the church, we saw a gardening shop across the street. I thought it would be the place to find Shannon’s Pimentos Padron Seeds. They didn’t have them, but with the help of yet another Cuban (a musician just passing thru town) we got directions to a hardware store where we scored 4 packages.
Dinner that night was in a place called Los Amigos. The food was excellent, and we had our first bottle of the famous local white wine called Albarino.

After a lovely nights sleep at Casa Rosita we headed north for our week long stay at Casa Parfuto Maria, in Cabana Mauro.