Rest Day after the Great Adventure
Muxia - I ended up in an albergue where the landlord at least thinks he speaks good German. But a really warm and funny guy. Borrowed a bike this morning and drove to the neighbour village. Then down to the beach. Just because I wanted to. I got lost in collecting clams. I ended up having so many that I had to push the bike back home on foot. One hand on the handlebars, in my other hand this gigantic shell. It sure was nice. Needless to say, it had been pouring the whole time.
Let's quickly scribble down a note, because I want to mention the hospitality of the Spaniards: the landlord and his "colleague", the fish seller, invited me to a pulpo meal with tortilla. Also had a bottle of wine, coffee and a couple of glasses of whiskey. Didn't want to accept my money. Wonderful gesture.
Let's quickly add a description of Muxia: small town with almost no ancient buildings. A narrow V-shaped path leads to the tip of the rocky coast. Next to it, built almost entirely near the water, a small beautiful church and in front of it a sculpture made of two estimated 7 meter high granite blocks, which stand so close together that you have the feeling that a jagged lightning bolt has broken a single granite block in half. In the middle of the V is a rocky hill from which you have a nice view over the city and on the Atlantic Ocean.
Tonight was the farewell get-together: farewell to Valentine, the impressive personality, to Rory, a very cool and funny surfer guy (who will soon start as a ski instructor), to Edo (Edoardo), to whom I wish all the luck in the world and who is really good when it comes to Spaghetti Carbonara, to Elianor, whose name I was finally able to memorize. To Tracey, fighting for a free Hong Kong, and to André, who is actually also a very cool guy. At the end we all ate a sandwich in great harmony.
