Santiago de Compostela Travel Blog› entry 11 of 16 › view all entries
July 3rd, 2010 – by: Gemma_B
Well I got a taxi to the hostel and then realised they wouldn´t open for another hour. I initially felt like breaking down and sobbing in the street but instead I hobbled to a nearby cafe and had my first chocolate con churros in the 7 weeks I´ve been in Spain. Nice, gloopy hot chocolate; I can´t stand a weak hot chocolate.
Continuing with the healty eating theme, I strolled (limped) through town - I have to say that the old part is very pretty but so far its grey and I´m wearing my rain jacket - and ended up in Pizza Movita and had a cheesy pizza, wedges and a little puddle of mayonaise mixed with ketchup. It was like heaven. I´m sure I will try Galician delicacies soon but sometimes all you need is pure stodge.
So I have only been here for a few hours and its hard to judge a place from only walking a few streets, but so far I´m having to remind myself that I´m actually still in the same country. Its just completely different, and not even terms of the climate. It feels very much like Ireland actually (again, I´m not even talking about the climate) and there are Celtic symbols all around. Everyone is in rain coats and stomping around with sticks and backpacks so I´m not feeling too vain here (Thank God, I look like death at the moment) and everyone seems to be on some kind of mission. I´m not quite sure why I´m here, but I guess in some way I´m on a pilgrimage of my own and sorry but I couldn´t express that in a way without sounding corny. On Monday I will meet my friend in La Coruña and I have another couple of weeks in the North. So far I´m missing the insanity of Andalucia but, like everything, I will just have to get used to it. I will watch the football later and then pass out for around 20 hours.
As an extra note, I´m actually proud of myself for getting here. In truth all it took was booking a coach journey online and sitting on my backside for 15 hours but at least I did it. This time yesterday I was staggering around the hot streets of Granada and now I am sat in the basement of a hostel in my rain jacket in the cobbled little old town of Santiago de Compostela. Go me.
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