Travelling with my parents and sisters in Galicia
The visit got off to a rocky start, literally as we got on the little train next to Cathedral to tour the city of Santiago. First the commentary was given by a guide reading the names off the buildings as we drove past them and then the English ' translation' would be given about a block or two late. Then while sitting in small train cars that were glassed in you would think that you were going to pass out from the greenhouse effect and then you were nearly jolted out of your seat by a sharp turn on the cobblestone streets. I was very grateful for the 5 € tour to be over.
The next day we went to explore Finisterre and to see the coast, or at least what was visible through the thick fog. At the 'end of the world,' the lighthouse visit was nearly deafening with the foghorn blasts, but on our walk back to town over the mountain things started to clear.
The regional food sampling was somewhat appreciated, but I think after the pig's ears that Maggie has turned vegetarian. We were in luck to see two Charanga bands, fireworks and then the opening concert all for the beginning of celebrations for St. James the Apostle.
The best part of the visit was the rooftop tour of the Cathedral and then when we came down we saw the Bota fumeiro swinging over the crowds at the 11am mass.
We then took the bus to La Coruna for a tram tour, swim at the beach and to catch our flight to Seville.
The visit got off to a rocky start, literally as we got on the little train next to Cathedral to tour the city of Santiago. First the commentary was given by a guide reading the names off the buildings as we drove past them and then the English ' translation' would be given about a block or two late. Then while sitting in small train cars that were glassed in you would think that you were going to pass out from the greenhouse effect and then you were nearly jolted out of your seat by a sharp turn on the cobblestone streets. I was very grateful for the 5 € tour to be over.
The next day we went to explore Finisterre and to see the coast, or at least what was visible through the thick fog. At the 'end of the world,' the lighthouse visit was nearly deafening with the foghorn blasts, but on our walk back to town over the mountain things started to clear.
The regional food sampling was somewhat appreciated, but I think after the pig's ears that Maggie has turned vegetarian. We were in luck to see two Charanga bands, fireworks and then the opening concert all for the beginning of celebrations for St. James the Apostle.
The best part of the visit was the rooftop tour of the Cathedral and then when we came down we saw the Bota fumeiro swinging over the crowds at the 11am mass.
We then took the bus to La Coruna for a tram tour, swim at the beach and to catch our flight to Seville.
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