After our walk along the beach trail in Barreiros, we packed up and hit the road. I had planned a couple other stops for sights along the coast, including the Faro de Estaca (Estaca de Bares lighthouse) and a walk out to the northernmost point of the Iberian peninsula. But after a few days of driving with short hotel stays, we were anxious to press on to our destination.

The drive westward crosses the Cantabrian mountains. We hit a dense fog. I really like how Spain manages driving hazards. In cases like this or where there are steep grades, electronic billboards indicate the distance cars should maintain for safety, before the hazard is encountered.

And I guess people are better at obeying them than in the US. We did not encroach on any car ahead, nor did we have anyone speeding up behind us. We noted previously how people put on their blinkers when there is an unexpected slowdown, heavy rain, etc. We have started doing that at home now too.

In Santiago de Compostela, we had booked the Altair Hotel and we carefully followed their directions to the closest parking garage. We had learned to advance scout the situation on the map and we were improving; we only drove by it once before deciding it was the right place.

We walked the couple blocks to the hotel, rolling our luggage. Fortunately the sidewalks were smooth so we didn't make the clack-clack-clack you do on cobblestones.

On the Sunday we arrived, there was some street parking in front of the hotel so we could have unloaded there. But the walk was not bad.

The Altair was probably one of my favorite hotels on our trip. The room was updated with contemporary styling but still had a historic, cozy feel. We had space for our things. And it was so nice to have a big, modern bathroom.

The staff were terrific as well, very hard working. It seemed like the same two ladies were almost always there. They were friendly and helpful. We shared some good conversations in Spanish.

The location was also just right for us. We were just minutes away from the very touristy Casco Viejo (old town) surrounding the camino-destination cathedral. Many streets in that area are pedestrian-only, with bollards that are lowered to allow deliveries and other traffic only during certain hours.

But the Casco Viejo is also quite crowded, and we were away from that. We did have some street (and bird) noise in the mornings, but it was quiet overnight.

After we unpacked, we set out for some lunch. We were very hungry, so we took the closest spot that was open, a taco restaurant right around the corner.

Hervor e Fervor

And boy were we glad we did. The food at Hervor e Fervor was delicious. I even took pictures! Crazy good tacos and some squid-ink (?) pasta raviolis in sauce. With refreshing local beer.

Saint Francis Church

Since we got into town earlier than we had planned, we decided to head on down to Casco Viejo. We passed by the Church of San Francisco, which we mistook for the Monastery of San Martiño de Pinario, which we planned to visit another day.

We continued our walk and did come to the Monastery, which shares a plaza with the north side of the Cathedral of Santiago de Compostela. This is not the location of the tour entry, however.

We followed around the building to find the destination of pilgrims making the camino from starting points in France, Spain, or Portugal. There was a surprisingly short line to get in, so in we went.

We walked about, taking pictures. The altar is one of the more ornate that we have seen, but other parts of the interior are remarkably simple and calm.

On one side of the altar we encountered the real line — people waiting for a walk that descends into the crypt of St. James then threads up behind the altar to view some other relics (not sure exactly what, since we didn't go). We took a pass on that but still saw some beautiful things.

The whole of the old town was full of people in trail clothes, with full backpacks and hiking poles. Many had knee braces, bandaged toes peeking through sandals, were limping, or otherwise showing wear and tear from their walk. But most had a triumphant (and relieved) air.

People of all ages walk the trail, for religious or other reasons. Many people we chatted with during our stay were in their 70s and had made the trek more than once.

One walker who trekked from Lisbon said it was much harder than coming from St. Jean in France. We talked with people from the US, Canada, Germany, England, and New Zealand.

Terraza-Bar, Hotel Costa Vella

We made the circuit around the Casco Viejo and walked back to the hotel past the garage where we had parked. Looking for refreshment, we found the terraza at the Costa Vella hotel.

The garden entices you past the gate, and we were happy they had a table available. But it was… odd. From the outset, the waiter seemed annoyed we were there. He was brusque almost to the point of rudeness.

We each got a glass of wine, which was just fair. But then the waiter never came back by to see if we wanted anything else. I think we even had to walk inside to pay so that we could leave.

At dinner time, we wandered back down the hill into Casco Viejo. It was a Sunday so many shops were closed. But we managed to find a tourism shop and bought a bottle (Lobarzán, of mencía, araúxa, and bastardo grapes) and asked for recommendations for tapas.

El Papatorio

All of her recommendations were full, but finally at one, El Papatorio, we were able to get a table outside. It was a little cool and breezy but we were willing to take it.

As we entered, we saw a case of meats and passed by charcoal grills where meat was being moved along from one temperature coals to another. We had a feeling this was going to be good. We shared a chuletón — ribeye — with wonderful fried potato chunks and grilled vegetables.

Satisfied with our dinner, we toted our purchased wine back to the room. We were grateful for the space after our previous night's cramped quarters, and were also happy that we would be staying in one place for the next few nights.

In the morning, we were surprised at how dark it was when we got up. Spain follows Central European Time, and by now we had come to the western reaches of it, putting the sun about an hour behind what we expected.

We were also up a little early, maybe. We walked out in search of breakfast or at least coffee and tea. There was surprisingly little available near the hotel (which has a breakfast, if you order it the evening ahead). We found one place that didn't open until 9:30. But it got to be that time and we hadn't found anything else, so we went back.

Adèlia Café

We were at the Adèlia Café, which was just what we wanted. Great choices for coffee and tea, plus a fresh and healthy breakfast menu. Avocado toast, anyone?

Monte Pedroso

We had to fuel up for a morning hike. We were going out of the town and up to see the view from Monte Pedroso.

Setting out on foot from the hotel, we took a few turns, not completely convinced we were right but following the map directions. Just past the stadium on Rúa do Campo de Santa Isabel, the road started climbing. We followed the street along the east side of Parque do Monte Pío, then continued straight onto Rúa das Casa Novas, to its end at a trailhead.

So far we had walked a mile and a half and climbed 300 feet. We had another mile and about 500 feet still to climb. It was warm and we were glad to have gotten a reasonably early start.

At the top are some giant radio and TV communications towers and offices, along with a monument with cross and a nice overlook. I also read that there are some petroglyphs but we did not go find them.

On the return, we considered following a different path down but thought it best to follow our footsteps. Soon the trail looked unfamiliar and we decided we had missed a turn. We still managed to come back to the same streets, so we weren't terribly lost.

We skirted the west side of Parque do Monte Pío this time, to hike down the narrow Rúa de Carme de Abaixo. We detoured to cross the footbridge over the Sarela River. I thought I had seen that it was supposed to bring luck or love or something.

I didn't locate that information just now, so maybe I imagined it. I did just find a site describing a hike along the river, which maybe we can do on our next visit.

Parque da Alameda

We walked around and through Parque da Alameda, with its trees, wide paths, gardens, and statues, and vistas. There were plenty of people out enjoying the day.

The wooded park is laid out around a hill. One side drops away from a balcony aligned with the formal layout entering the main campus (I assume) of the University of Santiago de Compostela.

By now we were ready to eat! But we were in Casco Viejo and everywhere was crowded. We finally found a little spot that was empty-ish, with a friendly lady working the counter. It didn't have exactly the food we were looking for, but we got a snack and some beers and were content enough.

We had time to kill before dinner so we meandered the streets, passing the university library and back along the plaza in front of the cathedral. It was a beautiful afternoon and the plaza was strewn with newly-arrived walkers. Some seemed to be having a nap in the sun, right on the pavement.

We got back to the room in time to clean up and have a little rest. I have an eye dryness condition that was troublesome, affecting both vision and comfort. One of the treatments is a moist-heat eye mask that is warmed in the microwave oven. So in most of our hotels, I had been taking it to the front desk and awkwardly asking to have it heated.

I continued doing this at the Altair. As we had stayed a few days and mostly saw and chatted with the same two hard-working ladies, the lady at the desk asked me about it. We had a nice conversation in Spanish in which she told me her father also had these eye issues. It made the situation feel less embarrassing to me.

ANACO

Later, we walked back out for our dinner at ANACO. The only picture I took was of the wine bottle, and I didn't make any notes about our meal. My recollection, though, was that everything was very good and the service was gracious and well-timed. Maybe you will take that as a recommendation, and maybe I will go back someday.

Mercado de Abastos

Our morning plan was to visit the Mercado de Abastos and check out the local food and activity. We assumed we would be able to get some breakfast at different food stalls, but it seemed to be more of an actual grocery market than prepared foods.

We may have been early, which is unusual for us. Or, for me, more specifically since I am not really a morning person. We did find a coffee counter that was setting up, so we got our morning tea and coffee and some Biscoff, gratis.

The market is impressive, comprising several long, basilica-style buildings. Relief sculptures on the end walls indicate what foods were historically available in each structure. It was full of people working quite seriously, offering fresh seafood, meats, vegetables, and more.

We found a bakery stall and got some bread, then sat on a bench outside to eat it and to watch people set up produce tables. They had some heavy umbrellas to deal with, for shade in the already strengthening sun. We did a little shopping in the stores along the side of the market, and I found some earrings in a jewelry shop that had good prices.

Museo do Pobo Galego

Next we headed to the Museo de Pobo Galego, the museum of the Galician People, which documents and celebrates the regional culture and artisanry. Like the Basque museum, it opens with seafaring. It progresses through agriculture, weaving, costume, civic life, and more, from historical through more modern times.

There are also archaeological exhibits. Galicia, and the north of Spain and into Portugal, is dotted with castros. The fortified hilltop villages of Celtic roots dating from the 4th century BC left behind stone foundations of huts and town walls. Visiting one would also be on the list of things to do on the next trip.

The museum is in an old convent, and the chapel remains. But the most impressive feature is the triple-spiral staircase. Three staircases ascend a tower and open landings to different doors and levels. I think we spent as much time admiring this as we did any other exhibit.

Restaurante Montoto

From the museum we headed away from the old town and into a more modern street, looking for lunch. We grabbed an outside table at Restaurante Montoto. I don't recall too much about the food. We did enjoy people-watching on the street.

Lavandaria da Troia

Now it was time to do our laundry. There was one, Lavandaria da Troia, not too far from the hotel. The small lobby was full of hikers, swapping stories. Some had done it multiple times. One told us of bringing a partner who wouldn't eat or care for himself properly and ran into problems. The camaraderie reminded me of that of Appalachian Trail hikers, or Grateful Dead concert followers.

By the time we left with our bag of clean and folded clothes, we were convinced that walking the camino was something that we could and should do. My passion for trying it has cooled a bit, thankfully.

Our dinner reservation was for 8:30pm, so we set out a little early to allow time to take some evening pictures. The sun was behind the subjects, from where we were. We couldn't get that golden hour glow, but we got some sunset silhouettes.

A Horta d'Obradoiro

We arrived at A Horta d'Obradoiro. And like many of our dinners on this trip, our late-in-the-US but early-in-Spain reservation put us at the door roughly at opening time and made us one of the first tables seated.

And here is why you take pictures of your food. Or at least make notes. Again, I can't tell what we ate, only that it was very good and the service was great. The restaurant soon filled and we also enjoyed people-watching, seeing what other people were eating and drinking, and I confess, eavesdropping a bit.

With all our walking and the late dinners, we have rarely investigated any additional night life. This was no exception; we hauled our full bellies back up the hill to our lodging and turned in.

Today would be a travel day, so we took our breakfast at the Altair in Santiago de Compostela before packing up and heading out. The continental breakfast provided wonderful toasted bread and cheeses and some of the better coffee, as I recall.

We brought the car up from the garage and were able to park in the front for loading up. As we were making our farewell, I was glad to learn that one of the ladies that seemed to be working all day every day would be having the next day off. We concluded a charming stay and started our journey back to the east. Our next stay would be in León.