The colours of our last two days have been green, blue, and white. Green for the endless eucalypt forests that line the roads, blue for the ‘azul’ skies and the sea, and white for the mist over the water that we woke up to at last night’s location, Obrigueira. It is a town that hosts a world/folk music festival each year and sports a very attractive statue of a Galician piper in the town square carpark.
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| So far |
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| Piper by sea |
Obrigueira seemed like such a quiet, civilised town. Mountains reflected in the sea, lone seabirds wading along the waterfront, children clutching their lollipop gifts from the three kings on this their epiphany festival. However - at midnight last night I was wishing I had gone to bed in a lime Green Lycra body-hugging disco frock as my horizontal dance steps to the booming music that went on until 230am may have felt more authentic. If only we had had some soothing folk music instead of Elton John’s latest dance mix (which I now have as an ear worm, by the way) and other full on dance anthems.
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| A peaceful scene |
This morning we couldn’t work out if it was a fiesta from the town centre or just a chap in a car with an extremely healthy sound system but we made it through the night and woke to a deceptively peaceful scene as though nothing had gone on. Maybe we’d been dreaming.
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| Morning view |
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All by myself
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By the way, we did discover the world’s most - different - Spar shop as we walked around town.
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| Unlike any other Spar shop I’ve seen |
As we drove out of the town the mist cleared and we had bright blue skies all the way to Betanzos where we are currently parked. We had great hopes for a Sunday lunch of tapas and perhaps Mr Fluffy’s favourite, pulpo, but it was not to be. To use a cliche, ‘cafes, cafes everywhere and not a bite to eat’. The Epiphany holiday weekend strikes again. There were dozens of cafes in the square but,’Lo Siento’, they weren’t serving food today. Of course, after going back to the van for some cheese and biscuits, we returned to the town centre for a glass of wine in the sun to find many cafes in the back streets serving raciones and tapas. Sigh. We did find many Camino signs so Graham was happy as it’s 20 years this year since he walked the Camino de Santiago and we’ll be heading to Muxia tomorrow, the place where he actually finished the pilgrimage walk.
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| Parked by the river |
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| Love laundry on a balcony |
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| On the Camino Inglese |
It seems unlikely that we’ll go hungry, however. Due to my poor translation skills we managed to order several thousand churros instead of the two we required and we’ve (by ‘we’ I mean Graham) have been working our way through them ever since.
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| Yes, I did have one too |
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A plethora of churros
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