Sunday, May 26, 2019

Tower Tour

   Yesterday, Saturday, was a great day. We've both been working through some emotional times, and yesterday seemed to be turning point, for the better, in our attitude and activity.
   To start the day we had a brisk two-lap walk around the wall. The weather was very pleasant and we walked at a pace we haven't achieved for many weeks. That's a sign that we are both feeling healthier and can push ourselves a little bit.
    In the afternoon we had a real treat. A week or so ago, we learned the diocese of the local cathedral takes groups on walking tours into the cathedral towers. The receptionist said that the minimum group size was five people with a maximum of 25. If not enough people showed they would not offer the tour. And there was no reservation system, so the chances of going on the tour were rather random. When we'd tried to join this tour on another day, we learned that with a large group they would only narrate in Spanish. And while we were willing to tag along to see the sights, the group left without us.
   When we arrived yesterday, there were no other people waiting and the tour guide said the tour may not happen. With the admission at five euros per person, I asked if I could pay for five people and just the two of us go on the tour. Why yes we could. Diane and I went on essentially a private tour of the towers, narrated mostly in English.
A narrow spiral staircase leads up.
   We were treated to views of the cathedral and sweeping views of Lugo and area on a day of spectacular weather. The history of the cathedral is colorful, and long. The building location has been a church since about 700 AD. Through earthquakes and other turmoil, most of the current building was erected in the 17th century, and fully completed in the 19th. Portions of the building were designed by the same architect who designed the facade of the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela.

 A view of the towers and statues from the roofline.
Sweeping views of the city and valley.
A portion of the Roman Wall.
 Shadows on the cathedral roof.
 A view of the statues from the cloisters.

My intent for this blog

    I just re-read a recent posting of mine, and I want to make a statement about my intent for this blog. This isn't a travel-log or a public relations piece. I set out with the intention of documenting my experiences, reactions and feelings while Diane and I stepped way outside of our American-life box.     And as my post reflected, there are some rough feelings that occur, and I steeled myself to reflect those in the postings.
    For me, there is catharsis in writing, and typing on a keyboard helps me sort out some feelings. That sorting is a large challenge in this new-to-us world.
   So, if you're following this blog, and I very much appreciate each of you, know that I plan to keep posting what I'm feeling on a day-to-day basis with a relatively little editing.

Friday, May 24, 2019

Here's the Beef

We decided to have beef steak for dinner in the next several days. At the market we found beef, vacuno, and asked the butcher for a chuleta. A large steak is called a chuleton. What we got is a massive, well marbled t-bone about an inch thick weighing about a kilo. More than two pounds. The cost of the meat was half the total grocery list's total. This will be enough for several meals. And, of course, fodder for many more Spain stories