As Artes Santiago de Compostela

We travelled through thick fog over and through the mountains on typically heroic Spanish roads. They cut through mountains and build viaducts over the valleys. We drove through and around weary looking Pilgrims to our campsite which was on the Camino de Santiago. It was closed. After some interesting encounters with some locals, one old man practically ran away when asked for directions, we found this camp site.

The centre ...

... and then, naturally, real shopping) for a while, then sat at another cafe and got a quick snack, since it was about 7:30. We then changed quickly and went back to the same "Carpe Diem" bar we had been at the night before. When we got there, we saw a waiter we had seen there the night before. Friday night, this dude had been running laps around the block, stopping after each lap to check on the bar and make sure everything was ok, which we found pretty weird ...

... than it sounds (as it always is with them), because one place was too crowded, another too expensive, another didn't have good looking wines, and so on. Finally, we settled on a table in the back of a restaurant, where I got a bowl of Galician "caldo", a delicious soup made with spinach and white beans typical of the region, and we split a bottle of white wine. By the time we finished there, it was around 1am and my leg hurt, so Maureen, Liz and I headed back to the hostel.

Dit was echt zo waan-zin-nig: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eypg1pBY 3nk, het WOW moment begint bij 0:40...

This was really a-ma-zing: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eypg1pBY 3nk, the WOW moment starts at 0:40...

... est qu'un morceau de papier, et comme je l'ai deja dit, ca n'enleve en rien a ce que j'ai accompli. Plus tard, en soiree, nous nous sommes retrouves pour aller souper ensemble. C'etait bien, nous avons eu beaucoup de plaisir. Il y avait Berci, Dominic, le tcheque, Pascal, le francais, et Florian, Christian, Chantal et Anna, les allemands. Le restaurant avait des problemes electriques, nous avons eu des problemes d'eclairage, nous avons donc mange a la chandelle.

... the Germans have the hardest time. In fact one day I observed one German man using sign language and grunting, pointing to things so the Spaniard would get his message. I am not sure if he did or not! And, for Asians it is difficult, too. But for those who bother to learn just a few simple words and phrases, they are rewarded generously. -Like I said before, electricity is expensive here ...

... center. I had a few bites, and took a photo of what was left. The earliest a few people would trickle into bars was 11:00, and clubs/dicsos didn´t even open until 1:00 a.m. I found one place I liked and ended up there everynight - the Atlantic. What I liked about it was that it was busy, played regular rock music (not Spanish , not house), drew an interesting (slightly younger and hippier) crowd, and an awesome staff. The DJ/bartender ...

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These Spanish people are crazy, they do this all the time. The streets were covered with stylish young Spaniards who were in various states of drunkenness and mobility. Party all night, and then, to quote Pito, "tomorrow I am from the bed to the sofa, from the sofa to the bed, all the day."

My hostel owner and her mom laughed at me (but gave me cake) when I crawled out of bed at noon today to pay for another night. I spent all day wandering around town.

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