November 1, 2009

Muros

On the way from Ponferrada to our next home exchange at Muros, on the north western coast, we stopped at Las Medulas, an area mined for gold by the Romans between the 1st & 3rd centuries. Using the force of water in channels & tunnels they demolished the mountain. Erosion since has left an interesting landscape. We have seen our brightest autumn colours in Spain.









Rain arrived shortly after this stop and continued over the hills & through the clouds to Muros, an old fishing town and now a popular holiday spot, where we spent the next 4 days.

Fortunately Enrique & Montse's apartment was easy to find. They live nearby in Cee. Enrique was very kindly there to greet us with his English teacher. No language problems!

The apartment is in the top floor of the building on the right. It was very cosy and handy to everything.



The next day the weather cleared & the sun shone on the pretty Muros harbour, just across the road.




On our first trip to buy food we heard a language we don't hear much these days - English! Steve & Helene were taking this yacht back to the UK but bad weather had delayed them in Muros. We enjoyed their company in a local bar at the end of each day and they came with us to Santiago de Compostela - a change from being on the boat, even in the pouring rain!



A local church, the typical style of this area,








with statues traditionally dressed.


Villages on the way to Cape Finisterre.









These granite granaries (horreos) are a feature of this area, especially among older houses.







Plenty of sweetcorn for later!





A traditional stone cross at the Cape. This coast is known as Costa da Morte (Coast of Death)



In early times people believed Cape Finisterra (Latin for 'land's end') was the end of the earth. Some St James Way pilgrims continue their walk to here from Santiago and now it is customary to burn their clothes or boots on the rocks.



After meeting with our other generous host, Montse (her English is better than our Spanish!), we drove to Castro de Barona, a pre-Roman hill fort built in a rugged, and now isolated, spot.



On the way home we saw some 3000 year old petroglyphs (rock drawings) also in an isolated place (which we managed to find!). Spot the sun and deer, the front deer with antlers.






Sunday morning was the end of daylight saving and we over slept (in a quiet bedroom with shutters) so had a late start for our 2 day journey to our next exchange at Segura de la Sierra in the southeast. From the green hills of the north we crossed flat and dry central Spain.

Plenty of sun for fields of solar panels (another fort in the distance).

We spent the night at a roadside hotel near Valladolid and then skirted sprawling Madrid.


Getting there - cultivated countryside with hectares of grapes & olives and the Sierras in the distance.




We didn't understand a Spanish 'road closed' sign and 10 kms later met this!



After a long diversion down a windy & hilly road much skinnier than this one, we were glad to have 2 elderly ladies in a village confirm our course on the map, as we headed for the mountains of Sierra de Segura.