Galicia, yet another region which,
from the graffiti you would assume wants to extract itself from Spain; on
talking to some of the locals it seems the rhetoric is rather stronger
than the sentiment and there is really very little appetite to go it alone
based on an economy of fish, sheep and pilgrims.
Apparently it rains all the time...except when I
visited in September and experienced temperatures in the upper thirties
for two weeks. Ironic as the previous week, Northern Spain had been
devastated by storms and whilst I was there the South was similarly
afflicted. Fortuitous as I was walking the whole time and had failed
to bring with me the essential poncho. Maybe there is a God after
all!
In Cataluña and País Vasco I am frustrated by the
dual language signs which, as in Wales, are guaranteed to confuse the
visitor who is faced with two versions of everything. In Galicia it
is worse; they write everything in Galician only, which is almost
identical to Spanish, so you end up learning words from signs and find
they are useless when trying to communicate with anyone else in Spain.
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