I was going to show you the early signs of spring in my neighborhood in this post – there are blossoms on the flowering cherry trees – but when I saw that this week’s theme at Līgo Weekly 220w challenge was Spain, I had to join in. I hope you’re not mad at me for not showing the flowers – heck you’ve seen blossoms on trees – but I know you’ve also seen photos of Spain, so my challenge is to see whether I can keep you interested right to the end …
If you go to that beautiful city take your walking shoes.
I was thrilled to see Las Meninas, Diego Velázquez painted in 1656, and the many Goyas in the The Prado Museum, but the high moment for me was Picasso’s Guernica in the Museo Reina Sofia. I hadn’t understood the painting until I stood in front of it, and once there I couldn’t step away.
I love the Spanish guitar and the dancing with the music made my heart sing. I went twice.
My pilgrimage led me through Galicia in the north-west of Spain, a lush and green area like Ireland.
Many of the farms and villages I walked past looked as though I’d stepped into the Middle Ages.
Spain is a Roman Catholic country. Every village has its church, some of them as small as a garden shed…
All the little villages we walked through in Galicia were like ghost towns, we didn’t see any children playing in the streets, and the only sign of life besides the cows walking along the roads, or an old man or woman crossing the street, were the pilgrims at the bars.
Galicia is one of the least developed areas in Spain with not many employment opportunities, so most of the men (and I guess the young families) have had to move away, leaving the women to drive the tractors, herd the oxen, tend the bars. According to this article, many Galicians look for work in Switzerland.
Do the pilgrims on the Camino help keep the Galician economy alive?
Dogs guarded every farm, and many of the houses in the villages.
When you travel I hope you eat the local food. In Spain I recommend you try pulpo (octopus) and langoustines (large prawn)
How do you get fresh bread in a small village? Its delivered. The driver honked his horn, and handed over an unwrapped loaf.
Some pictures don’t need words
I couldn’t manage to keep this post to 220 words – oops – there was too much information to share.
I hope you stayed to the end…
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Post Script February 7, 2013: I received a ‘special mention’ for my post …
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