Having covered a great deal of Santiago de Compostela yesterday, the pressure is off today. We saunter down to the old city, enjoy the sights of new pilgrims arriving, including a border collie who’s made the journey (and looks very pleased with himself). The sky is lit up today, a glorious blue.
Our journey follows the “green path” of Galicia’s western coast, so marked in our road map as a beautiful journey.
It’s a region that’s seen tough times in the 20th century with overpopulation and under employment forcing many people to move out of the area. There was also a oil tanker spill disaster in 2002. There’s no evidence of it now, the beautiful beaches we see are pristine.
The coast is rugged on the west, with the occasional fishing village dotting the shore. It’s a gentler pace than than the northern coast high rise hot spots.
We see Galician institutions, unique to this area: stone horreos that date back to the 1700s for grain storage and pallozas, round stone houses with thatched or slate roofs that date back to Celtic times.
We make it to Fisterra, the western most point and about half way on our “green” journey. Our spot should offer gorgeous ocean views but no sooner do we settle than a fog rolls in, casting an ethereal feel to the evening light.