Day 32 June 20. Cangas- Islas Cies

IWe're tired. Our bodies are tired. Slept in this morning. Breakfast at the hotel. This is the slack time before we re-enter our lives at home .  

We are basking in a lovely Galician town on the Atlantic after a day on an island with a hike to a lighthouse on a mountain top and a jump in the ocean.  Now watching Game of Thrones. Back to Santiago tomorrow and then the tren to Madrid on Monday. Fly Tuesday. What's next?

This is so sensational. It is 10:30 PM and the streets are teeming with people. We have a video. Kids everywhere. Playing soccer, in playgrounds, in buggies, everyone strolling or eating and chatting. This will go on until midnight.  It's the culture . As for us , we ate . We strolled and now we are going to watch Gamebof Thrones via Slingbox. These two Americanos need their downtime !!

The day proved magical as we made our way via ferry to Isla Cies. The photos tell all.  This is a very enjoyable way- a treat- to the end of this Camino. 

The coastline of Cangas

On the Ferry to Isla Cies- national park

We hiked (without packs) to the lighthouse - up the mountain!

And then we swam

And one of us ate:)

We met some Irish folks last night who told us about this pizza place. We are quite tired of Spanish food at this point. 

Italian is always the go to comfort food. 

They come here for holiday all the time. They have a boat here that they stay on. There is a strong relationship historically between these cultures as evidenced in the music particularly.  The Galicians helped the Irish in their war with England. The Irish folks were quick to remark that the "German and Englush " don't come here; they go to the glamorous islands off the West coast of Spain- Majorca, etc.  One cannot escape the national identities and historical injuries that prevail here. 

It's now 11:51, just getting dark on this summer solstice weekend, and kids are still frolicking ! Let's just hope they sleep in! 

Day 31 June 19 Santiago to Vigo to Cangas

By taxi, train, and water taxi 

Today is the inauguration of the new monarch, the son of Philipe II. And the country is recovering from the big soccer loss. This newspaper was at breakfast and when I asked a gentleman about the inauguration he said, "it's a tragedy. "

We arrived in Cangas.  Roberto made the reservations for us at this small hotel. Once again, we are treated so well. This is a coastal vacation town with a lovely shoreline and islands to take a ferry to to hike around. The weather had turned cloudy but we're oh so familiar with this type of marine climate.

We walked around, ate tapas at a fantastic restaurant that we'll return to and basically reveled in not doing much.  

It's funny - people here know Seattle from the Seattle Supersonics, and Nirvana. 

We marvel at this way of traveling. We didn't even know this area existed and now we're exploring, arrangements having been made through encounters with locals and their networks and experiences. 

We've accustomed ourselves to the Spanish daily life. Siesta, strolling, eating late.