A few days after my family arrived, we climbed onto the bus to Santiago de Compostela. It was the third time I've been there, but the first that I felt like I got any sense of the city itself. While my family was checking out the souvenir shops, I wandered around, poking my nose into corners and courtyards.
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| the courtyard of one of the pilgrims' organizations, with apostolic-era Coke machine |
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| one of the original buildings of the University of Santiago de Compostela |
It was dripping a slow, Galician rain for the entire time we were there. I'm adapting to the drizzle for sure, but I'm still not much of a fan. However, something about the cool sky and the moss spilling down the bricks seemed--right. Everything was quiet and calm. Even meditative.
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| the cathedral |
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| locks on the gate |
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| wrought iron |
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