First escape
So near, so far. I's being abroad that I become aware of the similarities and the differences which exist between two countries. This is a little while ago I have not met any French people. Excepted in the Police station, no panic, to complete administrative forms. Or in the harbour, to meet two young ladies who have no more objectives that hitching to come back to their home in Santiago de Compostela. Their car let go. Finally, like these two student girls in architecture I met, no far from the harbour and the Police station, I would say this : "I have not come here to meet French people." So it's just writing that I use the Moliere's language, and at the College Andaina of course, for French classrooms...
I enjoyed of four long days (el puente = the bridge) to realize my first escape out of the A Coruña's landscape. The city is neither alarming nor oppressive (soft climate, omnipresence of the ocean, peaceful society), but the landscape begins to be familiar. To a day I have crossed the border in Cerbère four weeks ago. It's yet my longest trip abroad, and in 17 days it will be my longest trip... no more. Last Saturday, I wanted to walk to the western limits of A Coruña. I met a curious panoramic lift, while I was still looking for maps with the 1/50000 scale. They will serve to me to "shoot up" all the region by pictures. I never took lift since I arrived, because I mess the last take off, and my camera is getting older when it's about taking night pictures. That's why my last night trip in Santa Cristina doesn't appear, acompanied by the nice student Austrian lady, Alexandra. She got the good idea to knock the door last Saturday evening, near 11 pm, to make party. She's actually studying in Lugo, at one hour far from A Coruña, by train. She arrived in the flat in quite light dress, black moreover, ready for all the delights. Yes but here is, I was just arrived, all sweating, no getting all lot of things to put in myself, and having taken a cold getting closer to the Atlantic waves...
On Sunday I needed to digest all of this. Yesterday, I wanted to knew more the local means of transport. The first escape was in Sada, end of a bus line which starts in A Coruña, at 14 km far from the flat. Sada is very near from Gandario, the place of the arrival training seminary for the volunteers, at the end of september. Anyway, I could see the beach. As in A Coruña, the main interest is the ocean, rather the "Ría de Betanzos", in this country of "rías altas". You have to understand charming incursions of the ocean by this way, acompanied by a heap of gulls, rising and ebbing tides which make go pale the Mount Saint-Michel. Sada merits a peek, especially for its harbour and theses alleys with mazes. Unfortunately, the are still few. The town, all in long along the ría front, merits to spend time another day to taste squids at the restaurant.
Betanzos, that I have visited today, confirm the previous impressions about Galicia. The other trips, farer, maybe will confirm these impressions. We find there two familiar ingredients : white building with crystal facades and very fines windows, gothics churches relatively old, mazes with coloured streets and with floors extending to the opposite building. And what about these usual companions which are cats and gulls. Pleasure boats are roaming in the calm waters of the sanded harbour. Without batteries, I have lost about thirty pictures but I will return to Betanzos, for the visit of the Marines Museum and a park that we say all of good things. A park adjoined the Renfe train station, and every bank was occupied by a young couple or a family. There are numerous young people who are looking for the more discret or romantic corners to engage their first kisses. Further, while the sun was declining, the gaita sound made itself hearing. The terraces were well filled, in this day in which just the bars and the cafeterias were opened (October 12th : day of the national holiday and day of the Hispanity). You don't have to go further to understand that I loved this good nature ambient, peaceful, at the gates of the nature. I would have liked to be under the Christophe Colomb's pointed finger, in Barcelona. Four weeks so that I didn't have taken the train at... San Cristobal station, name of the A Coruña's train station. But if the September 15th I was arriving at an unknown world, today I wished discover it more.
On Sunday I needed to digest all of this. Yesterday, I wanted to knew more the local means of transport. The first escape was in Sada, end of a bus line which starts in A Coruña, at 14 km far from the flat. Sada is very near from Gandario, the place of the arrival training seminary for the volunteers, at the end of september. Anyway, I could see the beach. As in A Coruña, the main interest is the ocean, rather the "Ría de Betanzos", in this country of "rías altas". You have to understand charming incursions of the ocean by this way, acompanied by a heap of gulls, rising and ebbing tides which make go pale the Mount Saint-Michel. Sada merits a peek, especially for its harbour and theses alleys with mazes. Unfortunately, the are still few. The town, all in long along the ría front, merits to spend time another day to taste squids at the restaurant.
Betanzos, that I have visited today, confirm the previous impressions about Galicia. The other trips, farer, maybe will confirm these impressions. We find there two familiar ingredients : white building with crystal facades and very fines windows, gothics churches relatively old, mazes with coloured streets and with floors extending to the opposite building. And what about these usual companions which are cats and gulls. Pleasure boats are roaming in the calm waters of the sanded harbour. Without batteries, I have lost about thirty pictures but I will return to Betanzos, for the visit of the Marines Museum and a park that we say all of good things. A park adjoined the Renfe train station, and every bank was occupied by a young couple or a family. There are numerous young people who are looking for the more discret or romantic corners to engage their first kisses. Further, while the sun was declining, the gaita sound made itself hearing. The terraces were well filled, in this day in which just the bars and the cafeterias were opened (October 12th : day of the national holiday and day of the Hispanity). You don't have to go further to understand that I loved this good nature ambient, peaceful, at the gates of the nature. I would have liked to be under the Christophe Colomb's pointed finger, in Barcelona. Four weeks so that I didn't have taken the train at... San Cristobal station, name of the A Coruña's train station. But if the September 15th I was arriving at an unknown world, today I wished discover it more.
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