Galicia…and beyond.

Firstly, apologies for the delay in posting. No internet for a while. Lots of moving around.Sorry dear readers.

Vila Cha had been one of our favorite stops, but it would be hard to follow Porto, so we pressed on next day and left Portugal behind. We headed north once more and crossed into Galicia in northern Spain. Galicia is an area of Spain we had never seen before so we were looking forward to exploring this part of what is known as ‘Green Spain’.

It’s known as ‘Green Spain’ for a reason though and that’s because, unlike most of the rest of the country, it rains a lot. And not just in the winter.

We headed for a place called Muros, a small fishing/tourist village in the west of the province. True to form, the further north west we travelled, the darker the skies became. The road wound it’s way around the coast past endless numbers of sandy coves, hemmed in by rocky promontories.

It was approaching evening when we pulled in at the campsite. We got settled and looked forward to exploring around our new temporary home. Next day, however, dawned wet and cold and we decided to walk into Muros itself to check it out. The town was quiet but had everything you could need, as a tourist, along the seafront itself. Plenty of bars to shelter from the frequent squalls which swept in from the sea. Supermarket, pharmacy, all the stuff one could need.

The road into Muros became well known to us.

Looking across the bay. This weeks quiz question: what are the barges for? My guess is growing shellfish on.

All the action is on the seafront but the backstreets have a fascination of their own.

After four days of waiting for a break in the weather, we decided to head off and packed our things ready to move next morning. Sure enough, that evening, the sun broke through at last.

The evening before we left we took a dry walk up the coast.

Blue sky in Galicia.

Not to be messed around, we left next day and headed west. We spent a few hours on the road and found ourselves in the small town of Chantada. We set up by the river and spent a day in this small but very enjoyable little town on the Ribeira Sacre wine route.

It was just five minutes into town from where we were parked along an idyllic riverside walkway.

Chantada’s local government should be very proud of their town.

When we left, we travelled the Ribeira Sacre before heading west along some of Spains finest driving roads.If you love a great drive/ride, check out the road from Santiago de Compostela to Ponferrada to Leon. Often used by pilgrims on their way to Santiago. I can see why.

The beautiful vineyards of the Ribeira Sacre.

Great road, great scenery.

Spain’s roads can be a glorious experience.

 

The bulls which adorn Spains countryside started life as an advertising campaign for a drinks company.

Heading for the Cantabrian mountains.A typically empty Spanish road.

 

Our final destination in Spain.

We had decided to take a long look at a part of Spain we had passed through many times before but never before stayed in.

The photos can barely show the majesty of what we saw.

See them(or at least a few of them), next time.