Two day since I posted. We have been busy navigating our way through some day trips.
First we wanted to go to Finisterre, which used to be regarded as the end of the world. Due to some bad planning (oops it's a 3hr bus trip actually, not one hour) we only had 3hrs to spend in Finisterre so couldn't go to the Lighthouse and see the bronze pilgrim boots sculpture.
But we did have an amazing fish stew for lunch. And we stumbled upon the fish market/auction rooms, which was fascinating, seeing the types, varieties and the auctions.
Tradition has it that you should burn your pilgrim clothes and we had a fail at that too. Bought a lighter which wouldn't stay alight....so the thermals went in the bin instead. On the end of a small beach was a Battery, now a museum dedicated to local fishing traditions. I loved the different types of housing, including narrow ones jammed together round alleys which had a name in Galician which meant "As wide as a boat".
Today we ventured out by hire car South of Santiago for about 150km to Castro de Santa Tecla. Dramatic skies but the weather held until home time.
A man in the museum gave us a personal tour and was very proud of their Celtic heritage. Dated from 4BC the people's of the Castro, which it's estimated were about 3000-5000 persons, traded by boat throughout the coast and all the way to Britain. They shared symbols, trade and heritage with all those along the routes.
I really wanted to scuff the ground and just pick up a coin or gold artifact!
A Guarda, the town below the Castro was very picturesque from above. Terracotta roofs, a small harbour and a fishing town hunched under the hill. We decided to go down and explore. There another battery with a small fishing museum, and narrow streets which were, frankly, dingy close up. Finally we went to the castle, which is just a fortified series of walls now, unkempt, unloved, tatty and with a series of sculptures plopped around for interest.
We made a run from the rain back to the car and headed back to Santiago.
Hail! Rain! Cold! Apparently the Camino was terrible today. In fact the hotel receptionist was on the phone when we arrived to check in, explaining to a woman that he needed an address in order to be able to send a taxi to pick her up. She needed to be at a bar or a cafe before he could help her. Poor woman! He said she had rung 3 times...she must be desperate.
Train to Barcelona tomorrow.
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| Across the bay there...Portugal |
First we wanted to go to Finisterre, which used to be regarded as the end of the world. Due to some bad planning (oops it's a 3hr bus trip actually, not one hour) we only had 3hrs to spend in Finisterre so couldn't go to the Lighthouse and see the bronze pilgrim boots sculpture.
But we did have an amazing fish stew for lunch. And we stumbled upon the fish market/auction rooms, which was fascinating, seeing the types, varieties and the auctions.
Tradition has it that you should burn your pilgrim clothes and we had a fail at that too. Bought a lighter which wouldn't stay alight....so the thermals went in the bin instead. On the end of a small beach was a Battery, now a museum dedicated to local fishing traditions. I loved the different types of housing, including narrow ones jammed together round alleys which had a name in Galician which meant "As wide as a boat".
Today we ventured out by hire car South of Santiago for about 150km to Castro de Santa Tecla. Dramatic skies but the weather held until home time.
A man in the museum gave us a personal tour and was very proud of their Celtic heritage. Dated from 4BC the people's of the Castro, which it's estimated were about 3000-5000 persons, traded by boat throughout the coast and all the way to Britain. They shared symbols, trade and heritage with all those along the routes.
I really wanted to scuff the ground and just pick up a coin or gold artifact!
A Guarda, the town below the Castro was very picturesque from above. Terracotta roofs, a small harbour and a fishing town hunched under the hill. We decided to go down and explore. There another battery with a small fishing museum, and narrow streets which were, frankly, dingy close up. Finally we went to the castle, which is just a fortified series of walls now, unkempt, unloved, tatty and with a series of sculptures plopped around for interest.
We made a run from the rain back to the car and headed back to Santiago.
Hail! Rain! Cold! Apparently the Camino was terrible today. In fact the hotel receptionist was on the phone when we arrived to check in, explaining to a woman that he needed an address in order to be able to send a taxi to pick her up. She needed to be at a bar or a cafe before he could help her. Poor woman! He said she had rung 3 times...she must be desperate.
Train to Barcelona tomorrow.
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