Last night I decided to spend an extra night here in Xinza de Limia. After two days of hills and rain and with more rain forecast today, and at least one more day of hills ahead, it seemed wise.
I woke feeling warm, dry and human again and set about sorting the trail of chaos from last night, left from my need to collapse into bed as soon as possible. Afterwards I grabbed a coffee in the bar next door before heading into town to explore. When I asked the waitress what was worth seeing here she told me 'Nothing. It is a very dull place.'
As it turns out there was enough to see for a passing visitor. I came across a tiny museum of Galician Carnival full of masks and costumes and giving information on the history and style of Carnival throughout the region. I walked the back streets of this small town: solid buildings of solid granite. I went into the tiny park near the small River Limia, worryingly with police tape flying loose across the entrances. And I crossed the bridge over the river - there is a local legend that doing so will wipe your memory - and viewed the Galician hills beyond, the farthest almost lost in cloud. It passed a couple of relaxing hours.
Despite that bridge crossing I remembered the way back to my hotel and spent the remainder of the day relaxing and enjoying local wine; my much needed time off has slipped by. However, as a result of my day here my clothes are now dry and my gadgets and body are recharged and while tomorrow is forecasting more rain, albeit lighter than the last couple of days, I now feel better prepared to face it.
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