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grains of sand is all we are.
when pablo and me started to get to know each other in travbuddy he was so curious and asked so many questions - mostly about me. he was so curious that he even asked my surname! i told him my whole name and he was so suprised that my name originated from his region in spain - which is galicia.  not long after, he researched for it and again he excitedly told me that he found where the roots of my ancestry is. he told me at first that it was in cantabria, another region in spain but close to galicia but he was not sure, but he found another place, but he wont tell me. he said it was a surprise. he told me as soon as i touched my feet in spain, he will show me. it felt strange because somehow, i knew that it was going to change my life forever.


after our hearty breakfast at the comedor (dining area) of the grandal-caneiro family (where pablo's mother - señora lucia was literally feeding me with bananas lol) pablo and pablo's father, señor manolo was waiting for us.

we drove in two cars, the girls: rubs, lori and hannah who were with pablo because he can speak a bit of english (lol) and the boys: me, alex and ben drove with señor manolo, it is a little bit difficult because señor manolo speaks only galician and vernacular spanish, and i can speak and understand (more or less) only castillian. ben sat in the front with señor manolo because i told him so hahaha and i sat with alex.

as we drove i was speechless between the progress of ben and señor manolo as they were actually talking to each other! with ben speaking in english - looking at me, and señor manolo in galician - looking at me and turning back his head off from the road.
acantilados en la serra da capelada viewed from the highest point - garita de herbeira.
lol hahaha.

we drove again into much smaller towns and villages - going up into zigzag roads and through forests of eucalyptus trees. after 30 minutes of driving, we stopped into a small road and there not hidden anymore from the forest was the first glimpse of one of europe's highest cliffs, acantilados en la serra da capelada, although its still far, we were speechless of how beautiful it is! amidst the stormy skies and the dark and grey atlantic ocean, the vegetation in the cliffs glowed with green! pablo talked to me while the others were busy taking pictures, he said, that this place as he researched was the roots and ancestry of my mother. as he said that, normally i am already "shrieking" with excitement but i chose to remain quiet.

we continued driving again and far, we got higher and higher, pablo was driving so fast in a narrow road with deep ravines on the left side (im sure the girls are in the edge of their seats!) while us with señor manolo were lagging behind as señor manolo is a slow driver and kept turning his head towards me to translate what ben asked of him lol!

finally we catched up with pablo and the girls, they were already out in the car and exploring the area of the first part of the cliffs, it was devastatingly beautiful.
somewhere there lies the pilgrimage of san andrés de teixido.
.. the guys were already gathering in a group/or doing their own thing, while i stood there just mesmerised but what ive seen... up in the cliffs, the wild atlantic ocean was as tempestous as ever and eventhough its summer, stormy skies loomed above us while in contradiction, yellow colored wildflowers are blooming with abundance.


after the first part, we went back again in the car, it was so cold and windy, the wind was so strong that it blew my cap away from my head - i had to run as fast as i can to retreive it before it will be carried into the atlantic ocean!

we drove again, this time higher, but the cliffs were not to be seen and surprisingly there are so many windmills in that area that stretches from horizon to horizon as far as the eye can see! the propellers were turning so fast! the wind was so strong! a bit scary but fascinating at the same time!

as the group walked towards a small rundown cottage, i was fucking speechless.
the enigmatic atlantic ocean.
from there, as pablo told us, its the highest part of the acantilados en la serra da capelada, the point of garita de herbeira.

more or less 700 meters high, the mountains just dropped into the ocean! strong waves hurled themselves from below, on the right, we can see the other small towns of cariño and ortigueira where the cliffs end and from the left - endless stretch of the cliffs and some were covered by clouds! and thats in high summer! storm clouds are brewing in the distance where the atlantic ocean continue to roar its mighty waves!

i was at loss for words with the beauty of the place, while the guys were busy talking to each other, i again separated from the group and absorbed every beautiful moment, spectacular views and inspiring thoughts for this is it, this is the moment i had been waiting and longing for, all my life. to search for my ancestry, for my roots - in the past i thought it would be impossible - a shoot  for the moon, but now, its in my hands.
the mountains just drop off the atlantic.
i searched and i found. it was beautiful.


i felt, i had been here long long time ago. i am a big fan of new age music, which derived their roots from the celtic music and music of the north and this land, the land were the celts and druids made their home.

i was not born here, grew up here, nor even imagined being here. but to the stand and feel something that connects me from my past was exploding. to top it off, the stormy winds boreas, notos, euros and zephyros were playing with me. it set me free.

un lugar donde alguna vez estuve en mi pasado, en donde los cuatro vientos de la tierra envolvieron en círculos sus fríos brazos en mi frágil cuerpo; con ello, hallé el amor en soledad.

in that wild stretch of land
such a sad place to be
when the night comes heavy down
and the sands turn to sea
many saints have lost their love
many a pilgrim died unseen
in that wild stretch of land
in that fire to be free.
a storm is coming.
....


in that fire to be free.

patrick wolf

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a little story to share about the myths and legends of the acantilados en la serra da capelada.

the small town of san andres de teixido that lies just below garita de herbeira has a legend in his own right. a great legend, but a sad one. and i am going to share and translate it as much as i can.

the legend of san andres de teixido (with the help of pablo, we tried to translate the original spanish texts into english)

in cedeira lies the sanctuary of san andres de teixido.
then endless horizon of the atlantic ocean.
san andres, who looked at the tomb of san yago, was sad that large numbers of pilgrims were at the tomb of san yago and not a single one was at his.


one day, our lord jesus christ went and visited him, and asked him a question - "how come you are so sad?" and san andres replied  "oh my lord! despite the fact that i also do miracles like santiago (san yago) nobody comes close to these places and my sanctuary is empty".  then our lord jesus christ smiled and told him "there has to be less someone like santiago.  i promise you, that everyone will go at least once in their lifetime to your sanctuary" then san andres replied "thank you my lord, but how will that be possible?" and the lord replied "if no one would come here as long as they are living, they will come here after death has taken them"

that is why nobody bothers the animals that around the paths of the sanctuary, because the legend says that they carry the souls of those who do not done their pilgrimage in life.
la calma antes de la tormenta.


but that comes with the arrival of christianity. in antiquity, the area of san andres was sacred territory of the celtic druids. it is a magical place since the beginning of time.


Leyenda de San Andrés de Teixido (in original spanish text)

En Cedeira está el santuario de San Andrés de Teixido. San Andrés, que veía como a la tumba de San Yago iban grandes peregrinaciones mientras que a él nadie venía a visitarle, paseaba melancólico sus soledades. Un día se encontró con Nuestro Señor Jesucristo que venía a visitarle y éste le preguntó: "¿Cómo es que estás tan triste?" San Andrés le respondió: "¡Ay mi señor! A pesar de que yo también hago milagros como Santiago nadie se acerca por estos parajes y está mi santuario vacío".
always angry skies.
El Señor le miró y sonriendo le dijo: "No has de ser menos que Santiago. Te prometo que todo el mundo pasará al menos una vez en la vida por tu santuario" "Muchas gracias, Señor pero ¿cómo será eso posible?" "Porque todo aquel que en vida no viniere, tendrá que pasar por aquí después de muerto". Por eso nadie molesta a los animalitos que andan por los senderos del santuario, porque dice la leyenda que ellos llevan las almas de los que no peregrinaron en vida.


Pero esto viene con la llegada del cristianismo. En la antiguedad, la zona de San Andres fue territorio sagrado de los druidas celtas. Es un sitio magico desde el principio de los tiempos.


lauro says:
to wally : castillian is a language in castilla that became the main national language in spain - like high german. while galician is also a national language spoken in galicia but minor.
Posted on: May 20, 2010
mcphistino says:
¡bien hecho, amiguito! :-)
Posted on: May 18, 2010
gemini59 says:
Beautifully written Lauro! Is there much difference between Galician and Castilian? Because of our historic ties with Spain, many Dutchmen have Spanish roots.
Posted on: May 17, 2010
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grains of sand is all we are.
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acantilados en la serra da capela…
somewhere there lies the pilgrimag…
somewhere there lies the pilgrima…
the enigmatic atlantic ocean.
the enigmatic atlantic ocean.
the mountains just drop off the at…
the mountains just drop off the a…
a storm is coming.
a storm is coming.
then endless horizon of the atlant…
then endless horizon of the atlan…
la calma antes de la tormenta.
la calma antes de la tormenta.
always angry skies.
always angry skies.
alex me and ben - strong winds bla…
alex me and ben - strong winds bl…
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a resting place in the cliff.
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wild horses in the mountains.
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the weather was so beautiful..
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señor manolo and the familys car…
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señor manolo, alex and ben.
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rubs standing on the cliff.
rubs standing on the cliff.
simple but beautiful.
simple but beautiful.
las tormentas.
las tormentas.
ban can fly..... but he fell on th…
ban can fly..... but he fell on t…
mi tormenta de tormento.
mi tormenta de tormento.
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acantilados en la serra da capelada
alex and lori
alex and lori
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hannah with strong winds blowing …
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desires and fragments.
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the tempestous atlantik.
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the tempestous atlantik.
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acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilado.
acantilado.
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acantilados en la serra da capelada
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acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
strong gusts of winds.
strong gusts of winds.
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acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
molinos
molinos
strikingly beautiful.
strikingly beautiful.
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
finisterra, the ends of the earth.
finisterra, the ends of the earth.
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acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
strong winds in this part of spain.
strong winds in this part of spain.
the enigmatic atlantic ocean.
the enigmatic atlantic ocean.
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acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
acantilados en la serra da capelada
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i love this picture.
acantilados en la serra da capelada
photo by: lauro