Saturday, June 5

Ana and I are slowly adapting to the Galician schedule. Yesterday we took two siestas. (Ed: This has become increasingly common.)

Out here, in the far west of Europe's main time zone--Vienna is in the same time zone--the sun starts to set at about 10:00, so we can have an early dinner at around 9:00 and then walk beside the ocean while the sun goes down.

We've been more or less taken under the wing of any Galician that we've asked a question. Thus far, we've crashed an art opening and gone to free rib night at a nearby watering hole that seems to attract everybody under the age of 35 in the vicinity. (As well it should. We're both seasoned barbecue eaters--though Ana suffers under the woeful misconception that animals other than pigs can be made into barbecue--and these were about as good as any ribs we've had. They were just grilled, not even slow-cooked, but the sear on the outside and the juiciness of Spanish pork outside made for an incredible treat. But I should stop before my Tennessean credentials are revoked.)

Today, we head off to a 'regatta'. Ana somehow managed to get us invited onto the boat before the race kicks off, so we're going to ride in the 'dorna' (a small, one-sailed wooden boat) to an island, watch the regatta (we think), and then go have a picnic.