Galicia is now one of my favorite places. It’s really unique and beautiful and it’s a lot different than other parts of Spain, that’s for sure.
Friday night I tried to go to bed early, which ended up being like 2am because I couldn’t sleep. And then I woke up once about every hour because I was afraid I was going to sleep through my alarm (which has happened), but my alarm did go off and wake me up appropriately at 6:45am so that I could go to the airport to catch my flight to see my best buddy, Chris Kelley in Santiago de Compostela.
I quickly took a shower and finished packing and then took off for the airport. I looked at my watch by the time I had left my apartment and realized that I was behind on time and that I should have probably have left about 20 or 30 minutes earlier than I had. I was flying with RyanAir and they are really strict on check-in times, baggage check, etc. because they are a really cheap airline. So I started running from my apartment, in the rain, carrying my umbrella, ended up splashing water and mud all over my pants and getting water in my shoes and ended up breaking my umbrella. But I made it to the metro and hoped that it’d go quickly to get me to the airport. Fortunately, I did arrive well on time which looking back on that, I probably could have walked to the metro and spared getting mud and water all over myself. But of course hindsight is 20/20.
The flight was quick and painless. Leaving a rainy Madrid to go to the rainiest part of Spain was quite a spectacle because I could actually see the sky when I first arrived at Santiago de Compostela. Watching out my window as we started to land was absolutely beautiful: Galicia has the greenest country side I’ve ever seen. This is obviously due to the fact that it is always always always raining there.
Anyway, I got off the plane and caught the bus into the center of town. I saw Chris waiting for me at the bus stop. It was great seeing him, gosh we have a ridiculous time together. We started off by dropping my stuff off at one of his friends’ place (Chris doesn’t actually live in Santiago de Compostela which is a fairly large city. He lives in Villagarcia de Arosa, which is where I am currently. Villagarcia is a very small town but it lies right on the beach) and then we did a 2 hour tour around the city. I saw another gigantic church. This church however was unique for two reasons: 1. If you lie down on your back in front of it, it supposedly looks like it’s going to fall on you 2. According to passersby, it only looks like it’s going to fall on you if you’ve had lots of wine. We of course had not drank any wine so it didn’t work, but I took some upside-down pictures anyway. While we were lying there, two people asked us what we were doing. I guess we must have looked pretty ridiculous lying there on our backs.
The church had this ENORMOUS line to get inside, it was a line so big that it reminded of the line to get into the Vatican City in Rome. Chris laughed at the line, however, because he said there were two entrances, which clearly the majority didn’t realize there was another entrance. Yet, the real reason why the line was so long was because it was the “Holy entrance” or original entrance. Since we aren’t exactly the best believers, we decided to take the “hooligan” entrance, (that’s what we called it anyway). We took the other entrance because there was A) No line and; B) there was no line and C) It wasn’t a religious entrance.
So we saw the inside. I was bored. It was just another church. I mean the churches here are beautiful, but they’re all the same. And honestly they depress the heck out me because I know that they were likely built by slave labor and it’s such a corporate scam, especially for the church to have two entrances: One for the holy and one for the faithless. The people that waited in that 2-hour line probably ended up paying too, which is just a scam. Yeah, lets pay money and wait for a realllllllly long time just to see the inside of a church and take a “special” entrance to be more holy or something. Sounds like a bunch of bull to me when they could get the same experience by going through a different door. I mean its the same church….
Any church that charges an entrance fee and has a line to a special door for the faithful just proves the mockery of the church. Entering through a different door isn’t going to get you into “heaven” and paying money to view the church is only going to pay for the new huge flat screen TV’s that they had pinned all over the church, not for your repentance. Also, the pope was in this city a week ago and it cost 4 million euros of taxpayers dollars to get him there to do an 8-hour meeting. If that isn’t corruption, I don’t know what is….I digress.
Anyway, we got this amazing 2-course lunch and a desert (and of course we had some beer). It was great just being able to catch up with Chris and enjoy an amazing lunch. Later, we wandered a bit more, but headed back to his friends flat. I met a bunch of his other friends who are all terrific and from all over the world: England, France, Italy, and Poland. We all went to Lim, the bar they go to everyday, and we hung out for a few hours. Later we went out and had an amazing night on the town where we got free drinks, danced, had a blast, and didn’t finally get home till 8am. Spain party’s hard, that’s all I’m saying.
Today we did basically nothing because we were so tired, but now Chris and I are in Villagarcia just checking our emails. I’ll post pictures later. We’ll probably go see a movie or something.
Write more later,