Hi everyone, I´m dipping my toe in again from another Internet cafe. Forgive me for not taking the time to read everyone´s posts before I added another. Dan is finished sending all his e-mails and antsy to get out of this smoke filled room.
Our Inn is a rural stay and it is REALLY out in the boonies. We are loving it. Roosters crowing, cow poop and all. Wonderful hiking.
On our first night, the proprietor apologized profusely for the fact that they had a fiesta booked. She said it would be noisy until the wee hours of the morning.
But we got to experience a uniquely Galician musical performance. I´ll try to explain it in my trip report, which I PROMISE, Kim, I will write.
We are in Santiago de Compostela today. Very touristy, but lovely.
I think we´ve been spoiled by our mode of travel. Yesterday we decided to go to Fisterra (the end of the world), so we drove the coast road north. Then we took every little white road we could find on our fairly detailed map coming back.
To our great good fortune, we ended up in a little town called Bainas and found ourselves smack dab in the middle of a festival/horse trading fair. A small band of guys all in Tommy Bahama shirts were parading down the street right past our car.
As we got closer to home, we found ourselves in the middle of a cattle jam. The cows were being herded from the field to the milking barn. The farmer seemed very grateful at our show of patience. The dog was a delight to watch as the bossed the cows around.
OK, enough for now.