A Private Tour

One of the great benefits of staying with someone like Fely is that when they’re not busy working, they sometimes have time to hang out with me and show me around. This is what happened over the last couple of days as we spent a couple of hours on Friday at the marina and then, after a nice evening storm, a sunny Saturday afternoon exploring, mostly in anticipation of Sagrario’s arrival that evening.

The highlight for me was the church with a wonky bell tower … some brilliant (and I’m using the word loosely) builder messed up big time and when the tower was being built, some parts needed to be demolished and done again. Unfortunately, the final result still left something to be desired. The longer you look at the façade of Iglesia de Santo Domingo, the more you get a sense something just isn’t right … I wonder if you’ll notice!

We roamed around a while but eventually, Fely and I took the airport bus to pick up Sagrario who was not expecting us to show up, so there was much squealing and jumping around (or at least as much as we could manage without looking totally crazy) when we emerged from the bus before immediately getting back on it for the trip back. This bus, I must say, was the strangest airport bus I’ve ever been on, and that’s counting the ridiculously busy one in Bilbao. As the name suggests, it was an airport bus; this means its overall purpose should be to get people to the airport. Imagine my surprise that not only did it not have any, and I mean ANY space for luggage (I guess people flying out of A Coruña fly very light), it is also used as a regular bus by a fairly large number of residents of a neighbourhood this bus takes its sweet time traversing. There were a number of foreigners literally rolling their eyes as people got on and off with annoying frequency, all the while the flying contingent (or those hoping to meet someone at the airport) were desperately praying they were going to be on time.

Fortunately we did make it and after another impossibly long ride back to town, we three ladies kicked off what promised to be a really fun week of great food, beautiful vistas, and lots of reminiscing: Sagrario and Fely have been friends for a long time and they have spent many years getting themselves into lots of trouble — I’m looking forward to hearing all their wacky stories. But first we had to go and toast old and new friendships with a fantastic meal at the best pulperia restaurant in Galicia, and, perhaps, all of Spain:

This gallery spans two days, one cloudy and grey and the other beautiful and sunny.