
When we arrived in Santiago de Compostela the air was damp and the streets were wet with rain, but it was not raining. We made our way up the hill, past some surprisingly modern buildings and art installations, to the old part of town. The narrow twisting alleyways were lined with covered shopping arcades supported by huge granite columns. The sun was beginning to rise, but the clouds were so thick that at this hour, all it could do was illuminate the sky a deep blue. A group of horses and riders materialized out of the dark and rode through the empty streets ahead of us.
Santiago is in Galicia, a very wet part of the country, vibrantly green and covered in moss. Everything here appears to be made of stone - the buildings are granite, the roofs slate, and the streets cobbled. It seems more like Ireland in a way. In fact, the Galician culture has Celtic influences in its past (the people here are very fair-skinned and we saw many redheads).
We made our way to the cathedral, a dark granite, moss and lichen covered church whose tall central tower projected a bright yellow light into the dark dawning sky. As we crossed the plaza, the bell began to ring...ding...dong....in long deep tones. We admired the towering building before making our way to Hostal Girasol. The modern white cafe attached to the hotel provided bright contrast to the weather and buildings outside. Although our room was still occupied, we were able to freshen up and eat breakfast (eggs & thick bacon) before leaving our bags behind the counter.

We thought about going into the church, however the line was already very long. The plaza was filled with colorful umbrellas that didn’t seem to be moving. Like Seattle, there were many sun breaks throughout the day. Each time the rain stopped, pilgrims and tourists crowded into Praza Obradoiro, exhausted and happy. Some of them had the telltale pilgrim limp, many carried walking sticks and others leaned on their bikes. All of them looked tired.

People passed cameras back and forth snapping pictures in front of the cathedral and by the shell marking the end of the journey. As soon as the rain started back up the hordes of people would run to the closest cover - the arcades, shops and the two feet of dry space next to the church walls and wait for the next break. These waves of bodies continued, like a tide, until the sun went down.

We ate lunch in the restaurant across from our hotel. Spaghetti for Ryan and gerol soup for me. The soup is a local specialty made with gerol, a turnip-like vegetable grown only in Galicia. After lunch, we went to the bus station to get our tickets to San Sebastian and got lost on our way back. We had wandered off the map so I had to practice my Spanish, asking directions often. This was made harder by the fact that quite a few Galicians don’t speak Spanish at all and it is not the preferred language for many others.
When we finally found the church two lines had formed, so we got into the shorter one which was moving quickly. Inside, the church felt like a pilgrimage church - not cluttered or overly flamboyant. Symbols were carved into the columns and a large eye peered down from the ceiling. It would be the perfect setting for a Dan Brown novel.
We passed under the Portico of Glory, which was under restoration and covered in scaffolding. A white marble column near the Portico was intricately carved. Deep indentations showed where the hands of millions of pilgrims have touched the column. We explored a few side chapels before gazing at the altar, which is a giant golden canopy. The immense, incense-burning botafumeiro (supposedly used to suppress the smell of all the pilgrims) is suspended from the arches of the dome, with a pulley system to swing it. The back half of the church, with the tomb of St. James was roped off, explaining the second long line. we would have to tackle the other longer line to see the tomb of St. James (Santiago).

The stones and air were cold and damp, so we warmed up at Cafe de las Crechas with Cola Cao (our favorite drink of the trip) and cafe con leche. After a nap in our slightly damp room, we found Casa Manolo, a place that Rick Steves’ had recommended for dinner. The fixed 8.50 euro menu made choosing easy. We ordered grilled hake and squid as our main courses. The food was good and it was the first time we had felt full the entire trip.