Well, I am home. It has been raining steadily for 40 minutes or so, which is a cozy sound. I got up and closed the windows and it ws almost 5;30. Not bad, I am back on schedule for my home time. Since I was awake for almost 22 hours, that is not surprising. I feel okay, a little stiff and a lot sad. I miss my Amelia and our adventures.

The Captain says we have now had more rain than normal for the year (that was before this morning). They are getting ready to go to Seattle on Thursday. Our shared suitcase is traveling a lot!










Here are a few pictures from Saturday, nothing to take pictures of yesterday. On Saturday morning, we walked a couple blocks to the second beach in Espasante, a little smaller and less protected than the harbor side, but gorgeous and deserted on a misty off-season morning. I think is one of the most naturally beautiful resort towns I've seen, where you can stay in the hotel and walk to beaches and restaurants. There's a big building (could be a hotel) for sale. The internet says there are 14 hotels there, but I only saw about 2, and some closed-for-the-winter summer homes. We could see farms from the beach.

We drove (in the rain) to Pontedeume, retracing our route some of the way, but not taking the smaller roads up to the windmill farm and the incredible views. We found a place to park on the street and made our way to the market (mercado), which is in the guidebook for Saturday mornings. (The one we used was Lonely Planet and it was very helpful. We used the internet to find places to stay). We walked around in the rain, looking at bread and meat and underwear for sale. One man was cooking and selling octopus to eat, a big treat in Galicia, which i did not try. Many bars have signs that say Hay Pulpo (We have octopus). We bought some bread and cheese, including a chocolate croissant (Amelia's favorite as well as mine) and a local speciality, a sort of soft eggy bread with sugar on top. Some of the sweets we ate when we got to the car. I got some really dense good raisin bread too.

We drove on the highway to Pontevedra, one of the bigger cities in Galicia. I believe it was a port, but the estuary has silted up too much now. IT has beautiful old churches, etc., in a nice walkable old section. We were looking specifically for a real vegetarian restaurant reviewed in the guide book: risotto, humus...But it was gone. We found the address and Amelia could see the shadow of the letters on the window. We picked a place on the next square and Amelia had eggs and French fries again. I had some grilled pork, which was very good. They are not much on serving vegetables with their dishes. You order a salad for your greens and then you order meat, which sometimes comes with potatoes. It was good and there was more than I could eat. I think it was less than 5 euros. It was a smallish bar with wine bottles everywhere. The kitchen looked to be about as big as a small closet and there was one woman serving everyone, making espresso, pouring wine. We wandered around the town some more. One of the things we often had to look for was bathrooms, although we usually found them. In this case, we had to wait until 4:30 when the museum opened. It was free, but we had to show a passport, of which they wrote down the number. Then we had to ask for the rest rooms. After that, I had pretty much seen enough museums. This one had silver and gold, as well as paintings and archaelogical relics. I was a little anxious to get to our next hotel and make sure it wouldn't be too difficult to get to the airport.

We didn't have too much trouble. It was in Cangas, one of many resort towns in southern Galicia. It looked very much like others I have seen in Europe, lots of multi-story hotels, a few streets of restaurants and shops and cafes. And a somewhat grungy beach, with lots of trash and a scary-looking stray dog.