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| Praia del Perro |
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| Eva and our new friend |
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We were planning to get up early - ha, ha. We left the apartment around noon for our planned trip up the coast to Finisterre. It is the westernmost point in Spain, almost the westernmost point in continental Europe (there is a spot in Portugal which is 5 km further west.) The Romans named it that because they thought it was the end of the world, after which was only the deep dark sea. It is also known in Gallego as Fisterra. Many of the signs are written in Gallego and we are always trying to look up words in my Spanish dictionary and not finding them. The coastal drive was beautiful, we had great weather. Tony is really into beaches so we planned our itinerary to stop at whatever beautiful beaches we found. We drove through stunning farmlands with tiny settlements. At one spot we found a rental dog who was more than happy to show us the way down the hill through the dunes to his totally deserted beach and had fun playing with us.
On the way back we drove through a steep old town where the street was so narrow we were holding our breath between the houses and Jim had to pull in his mirror. We were literally afraid of scraping the car against the houses!
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