Costa da Morte II

Jose and I took another trip to the Costa da Morte (Coast of Death) when my parents were here back in October. This time we went a little further up north. I didn't think Galicia could get any more beautiful, but it just keeps surprising me. I'm so blessed to live in this amazingly and insanely beautiful country.

As usual, we stayed in a rural house. It's the best way to travel in these parts. It's so much cheaper than a hotel and the atmosphere is unbeatable. Each of our rooms led out to a balcony with a lovely view of the surrounding valley. We all sat out there at night and drank cognac from dixie cups. The perfect combination of elegance and redneck. Good times.

The owners were also really nice. They showed us all of the before and after pictures of when they were renovating the house and served us breakfast with lots of homemade goodies. Peach preserves, fresh bread, pound cake, hot coffee, fresh squeezed orange juice. Mmmm.

The scenery was stunning. Lighthouses perched on cliffs. White ocean spray. Green slopes. Mist. Wild horses. Beauty all around.

Speechless.