What a nice story. Call me picky but I do get my chronology a bit confused. Presumably this must have happened before she was transported up to Heaven. At what point did James go to Glastonbury, as I am in formed that he is supposed to have done? Was he disappointed that there were no festivals yet and that he wouldn’t get to see the Rolling Stones on the Pyramid Stage? When did he die? When did his stone boat arrive in Galicia? And where, oh where, does Mary fit into it all? They didn’t teach you stuff like that in the Church of England Sunday School. Nor in the Methodist church that I later attended so I could go to their youth club.
Anyway, today Pontevedra’s Semana Grande, also called La Peregrina this year, began in earnest with a prayer and a parade and an offering to the Virgin. When I read that last bit an image flashed into my head of innocent young boys being sacrificed to her. But no, too silly! It was an “ofrenda floral”.
Bulls are being sacrificed though but they call it bullfighting.
There is lots of other stuff too. There are free concerts involving groups I’ve never heard of. No surprise there though. After all, I’m not a Spanish teenager. Various “actuaciones” will take place in the streets and squares and there will be fireworks, naturally! And lots of noise, naturally!
We’ve not seen any of today’s festivities, although we did hear some fireworks at around 1.30. We’ve been finding our way around the area where we are staying.
We had lunch at the restaurant across the road from our hotel. The restaurant has the same name, although really it’s a separate establishment. It’s run by the brother of the manager of the hotel. You can tell. Not so much brothers as clones! Lunch was very good but we stuck to one course: pescaditos fritos with a mixed salad. Just as well as we had copious amounts of both. Very good it was too!Later, having left Phil to try to continue his winning streak at the chess tournament I went exploring some more, still trying to find a good short cut from the hotel to the chess venue. I didn’t find one but I ended up in a place called Monteporreiro, I think, and stopped for a drink of cold water and to check for directions, not to the hotel but to the centre of Ponters, which I judged must be nearer by now. As I thought, I was on the right road and soon found myself more or less following the river into town.
I found people bathing in the river and lounging around on the “playa fluvial”. Very nice! And with safety buoys to stop people going out too far into the river itself.
I saw the bridges of Pontevedra from a different angle.
It was a longer walk than I intended but still interesting and involving quite a bit of ingenuity to walk in the shade as much as possible. The temperature was VERY HIGH!!!
I called in at the SuperFroiz to buy fruit. The place was full of young people in groups, each group wearing their “team” T-shirt. They were excitedly stocking up on drink for the evening’s fun and games running around the centre of town. They were already very noisy!
So I gave the town centre a miss. I’ll catch up with the “actuaciones” tomorrow or the next day. Instead I headed back to Mourente and our hotel, on foot, still not having ascertained where to catch the elusive L5 bus.
On the way I stopped to photograph a little church, nameless, possibly Santa Margarida as that was the name of the road.
More interesting than the church was the tree growing next to it.
I reckon that’s been there ever since the Virgin Mary visited Ponters.