Pontevedra rest day

This city is so alive, just not between 1:30 and 4:00pm, siesta time. They’ve turned the old city area into pedestrian only(plus a few delivery vans) so there’s milling, there’s cruising, there’s dog walking, there’s shopping and of course there’s sipping and watching.

Lots of old churches, some are open for visitors, some dating from the 1400’s. Old mansions with family crests sculpted onto their exteriors. Statues, classical architecture government offices. On and on with old.

I totally enjoyed my helado 🍧 sitting on a wall, watching people. Two-cheek air kisses instead of hugs, older ladies walking arm in arm three across, teen boys with rock star hair cuts and cigarettes, teen girls with lots of skin showing. Girls singing along to the buskers. Kids riding dads’ shoulders, little dogs straining on their leashes, other dogs unleashed, exploring smells then catching up with their humans. Life baby! Here it is in this town of so much old.

Inner journey: wondering what pilgrims of old might have sought. In the beautiful round church of the virgin pilgrim, feeling a sense of bigger spirit, not something outside but extended and all encompassing. Individual expression within but linked.
I asked again, to my higher self there touched, what’s next. And writing about this journey, and other journeys, came up. I am ok with that.Read more