After a last wet green day walking through meadows and oak groves and little stone villages, we caught a bus late in the day into Santiago de Compostela and climbed up into a 1200 year old city of narrow streets and amazing grandeur. For dinner we slipped down a street three feet wide to eat seafood stew, bread and wine while the rain pounded down just outside.
We woke to rain, a blessing that kept most tourists away while we wandered the streets, through the breathtaking cathedral, and stopped for coffee and a freshly made eclair.
Most wonderful to us were all the community gardens, scattered among ruined walls and around every park, with folks old and young proudly tilling and planting. The morning market was packed with local Galego produce and language. An old city, but full of life!
We woke to rain, a blessing that kept most tourists away while we wandered the streets, through the breathtaking cathedral, and stopped for coffee and a freshly made eclair.
Most wonderful to us were all the community gardens, scattered among ruined walls and around every park, with folks old and young proudly tilling and planting. The morning market was packed with local Galego produce and language. An old city, but full of life!
