Like lightning through Spain once because I wanted to see in situ the effects of the Prestige oil spill. I rented a car and went with three friends, we pass through Burgos where we harm with "cockroaches" and follow the next day to Finisterre. We slept at the foot of the lighthouse and the night of that day we got wet with icy cold mist alone on the terrace of Obradoiro. They were among the most exciting days of my life.
Tomorrow I'm off back to Galicia. This time I see life and meet artists and to see green that was imprinted on my memory and go back to eating Galician empanada so generous. Tomorrow I'm on my way looking for divining Galician artisan winemakers. I have a tight schedule, a rented car, excellent travel companions and an illusion as the new year. Starting tomorrow my senses will be richer and wiser. Nothing makes me so excited and have the bag ready to sail in search of new stories of love and philosophy.
For days I think of Hamlet because I think there is between heaven and the earth much more than they understand my philosophy. Salut!
