Rias Baixas Excursion
“Sometimes, you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.” —Author unknown
Today’s excursion was quite different than the one to Finisterre and the Costa Da Morte, less to unpack afterward yet worthwhile in its own way. I got up close and personal with a few cruceros in Pontevedra, blown away by the sculptures on the crosses.
Combarro was a delightful place to stop for a snack and still have time to explore the nooks and crannies. I spent a bit of time with a woman from Australia who questioned me about the cruceros. She’d had a similar reaction as mine to seeing Mary on the cross with or near Jesus. She also felt it was an apt place for the mother of Christianity, an inspiration among women of faith - a witness to the mother-of-all suffering. As Dora would say, her name even appears more in the Koran than in the Bible. For those not so drawn by the faith behind the symbol, they are still a thing of beauty and historical value.
A blustery walk near the Playa de La Lanzada where the wind made it hard for me to keep my camera still.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, my writing prompt today is just to write something, anything this post brings up for you: memories of a holiday past, one you’ve put on your bucket list, even being a tourist in your hometown.
Or maybe about travel dynamics, going solo, or with the wrong person.
Or feeling that you need to escape - get away - run away anywhere.
Ultreia! Forward, together.