Jose and I were blessed to have a four-day weekend (the great thing about Spain are all the holidays) fall on our 5th Anniversary. So I planned a last minute getaway to the Costa da Morte (the Coast of Death). I know you're probably thinking "ooo, how romantic...the coast of death", but it's actually an amazing area. It's adopted the name because it's a very dangerous area with extremely rough seas, where many a fisherman and merchant has lost his life. The Galicians have great respect for it and it's capabilities.
Jose and I did not venture into the waters, but we did visit many capes and lighthouses and enjoyed the ocean line drives. We stayed in a lovely little bed and breakfast and took advantage of some R and R. There were only three other couples staying there with us, and we particulary enjoyed the company of one couple from Belgium who luckily spoke a little English, because my French doesn't go beyond
Bonjour, je m'appelle Courtney.
It was nice to get away from the city and enjoy the silence of the countryside/coast. There just something about the sound of crickets in the evening and the waves on the rocks that I love.
This was our Casa Rural. It had tons of nice reading nooks.
Camelle is a fishing town that's not really all that attractive. But about 20 years ago, an excentric German, who everyone called Mann, came to live there. He walked around all day and all year in the nude. When he left his "house" (a small shack with no running water or electricity) he'd put on a pair of shorts, but that's it. He lived off the charity of the town. But the most interesting thing about Mann is his "rock garden". People come from all over Galicia to see his art.
When the oil spill Prestige hit in 2002, his creations were destroyed and Mann died about a month or so later, from what people in the town say was "pena" (sorrow). Since then, the oil has been cleaned up, and people still go to visit "o museo do alemán"
Cape Villán
"Encaje de Camariñas": Typical Galician lace. These women are incredible. They weave those little bobbins in and out at the speed of light!
Finisterre: "The End of the World". When the Romans came to Spain and reached Finisterre they couldn't see land anywhere, and they seriously thought that it was the end of the world.
Cape Touriñan: It was so windy here that we couldn't even hear ourselves think. Trying to hold the camera still was an adventure.
View of Monte Pindo and the River Xallás from Ézaro overlook.
Me getting my feet wet on a deserted beach.
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. 
