A Roman(ish) bridge |
The picture to the right is kind of misleading of my experience in Ourense--it absolutely poured down rain the entire time. By the end of the first day, even my knee-high rain boots proved incapable of keeping out the wet.
Besides the rain, the trip was fairly uneventful. We ate a lot, walked a lot, saw a lot. We also got yelled at by the lifeguard at the termas for not having chancletas (flip-flops). The whole "you're going to spread foot diseases!" argument doesn't really hold water for me, since you have to take them off before you get in the pool. If foot diseases are going to spread, they'll do it in lukewarm non-cholirnated water, not the disinfected floor of the changing room.
But this is just part of Spain's overall anti-foot fetish.
2. O Carbaliño
inside the casa |
A casa rural is more than just a "rural house." A casa rural is like a hotel/vacation home that you can rent out for the weekend. Well worth it if you want to have a big weekend get-together when everyone lives in tiny little apartments. There was a lot of eating, a lot of talking, a lot of games and walks and general merriment. I don't like to put on my bragging hat (okay, that's not true) but I will to share these fun facts.
- We visited another castro, one of the biggest ones that has been discovered.
- Team Anglophile held its own in a Spanish-only scattergories-type game.
- I tried my first queimada.
- And made a cat friend (see the last post for picture
sof cats)
Quick digression. What is a queimada? Literally, it means, a "burning" and while there is fire involved (LUME!!) it's a little more than that. The queimada is part ritual, part cocktail. The beverage is a mix of aguardiente, sugar, coffee beans and lemon rind, which is then lit on fire and stirred, while someone reads the traditional conxuro (incantation), which is meant to drive away evil spirits. It's pretty long, but here are a few of my favorite lines:
Farts of the asses of Doom
Bellow of the enraged sea
Useless belly of the unmarried woman
Speech of cats in heat
...
Stop the burning firewater
Becoming so purified
...
Goes down our throats
And we will come free of the evil
You can click this link to read the full thing.
3. Combarro
to give you how small the town is, this streetsign says only, 'street' |
There wasn't a whole lot there besides adorable houses and tourist shops that were suspiciously similar to the ones back in Port Townsend. Lots of cheap shell-type nick-knacks and vaguely celtic stuff.
We walked around for a bit, poked in some of the shops and spent a lot of time waiting for various busses. All in all, not a bad way to spend a Saturday.
cute little houses |
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