To say that Galicia has a new delight around every corner is probably a bit of an exaggeration, but on our last visit my harmless ‘Why don’t we take a drive to….’ turned into a bit of an adventure.
We’d got an hour to burn, a tank full of diesel, and an urge to explore.
I saw a signpost for Fonsegrada which sounded nice. I remembered someone mentioning it in the past but had forgotten the context, but as it was on a local signpost I thought that it must be fairly close.
The long, deserted and winding roads, brilliant for driving, stretched ahead up the mountainside and we set off to find new treasures. Ten miles into the journey the thickly forested roads opened out to a clearing as we entered the village of Sanxes, and open-mouthed were forced to stop, marvel at the skills of some local artist and take photos.
Both sides of the road were lined with massive wooden carvings of figures, grottoes, toadstools and weird faces. It was a delightful roadside artist studio, the enchantment enhanced by low-lying mist and the eeriness of deathly silence in appeared to be a deserted settlement.
After investigating we continued on our journey to Fonsegrada, which turned out to be 50km from our origin and took an hour to reach along the winding roads, through hairpin bends, and avoiding precipitous drops. The novelty had soon worn off.
Fonsegrada was nothing spectacular, in fact it was a bit industrial. We didn’t even stop for a coffee as we re-set the satellite navigation for Taramundi and headed off to our next appointment, arriving over an hour later than planned.
Perhaps we are starting to adopt the Spanish ways?