Horse-hobbying to Paradise
A miracle has happened: It´s not raining. Suddenly the sun has come out, for the first time after a long and rainy week in Vilagarcia in Galicia. No one saw it coming. No one - except for Efigenia. Efigenia is 75 years old and swears to be able to forecast the weather with her skin and bones.
This week, she told me, “the sun will come out on Sunday, I can feel it in my bones”. Lo and behold, her bones didn´t lie. It is a bright sunny day and the sun is just on time because today a bus to Cies is waiting on the doorstep. So off we take the bus to a port town called Cangas to take the ferry from there to the island.
The bus is full of old couples who all have the same destination: Para Cies. Looking out of the window, I can see the beautiful landscape of Galicia. In the background there is latino and galician folkmusic. Ok, you do have to get used to the music and after a while I give up asking Javi about the lyrics. Poor Javi is blushing whilst telling me the content of some of the Galician and Latinamerican songs. Then out of the blue, we hear a song on full blast: Caballito de palo.
After clicking on this link you'll know what I'm talking about, and as I already said, it does take some, or a lot, getting used to. After knowing that the song was about nothing else than a hobby-horse I do start appreciating that I have my MP3-Player with me.
Once we then arrive in Cangas, we catch the first ferry to Cies. Off to paradise with our imaginary hobby-horse!
After enjoying the views from the lighthouse we walk all the way to the beach to relax a wee bit. I look around and I start thinking, without exaggerating, ‘wow this really is a paradise beach’. Then I start thinking about Dusseldorf. In Dusseldorf there is some sort of beach at the Rhine and it is called paradise beach (Paradiesstrand). Now I start realising how exaggerated that is. I do remember a paradise beach, but it’s not in Dusseldorf. Well, doesn’t mind, I still have great memories of that nice but not a paradise-after-all beach.
But enough daydreaming for today, back to the island, back to here and now. We continue walking a bit and decide to dare ourselves into the water. The Atlantic is usually very cold and all of Javi’s friends warned us that the water in Cies is always freezing.
Ok, so lets take it easy then and go slowly into the water. I start preparing myself mentally for my most beautiful and uncontrolable jesus-christ-this-is-bloody-freezing face expression. It' s totally not sexy but there' s nothing I can do about it when the water is so cold.
But nothing happens. Well, I am raising my eyebrows, but this is definitely not even close to my this-is-bloody-freezing expression. Either Javi’s friends wanted to pull my leg or I am witness of another miracle today: The water isn’ t freezing. Ok, it's pretty cold, but not freezing. Actually it's quite refreshing in the heat and you can,yes, you can swim. So that's what I then do for the first time since I’ ve been travelling around Galicia.
However, time passes and it´s slowly getting late. We unfortunately have to head back. Good bye beautiful island!
Then on the boat, I start chatting with a Spaniard who lived in Heidelberg for 20 years. In the middle of our conversation she suddenly says in German: ‘Schau da, schaue wie schön (Look there, look how nice)’. I turn myself around and there´s a dolphin swimming behind the boat.
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