Here's how it was when we arrived in Melide. As we approached the city, all we could hear was honking. This isn't simple "I'm impatient" car honking. It was people slamming their hands on the car horn and holding for a good ten seconds. Everyone. It was hot, we were tired and there was this incessant honking. It was not a good entry to town. However, we soon found out that it's a festival day. The festival is for San Cristóbal, so the honking we heard was actually a parade of decked out semi trucks, covered in bows and ribbons, with families inside, waving at the spectators eating or drinking on restaurant terraces. The honking became a tad more endearing at this point, because we found out that it would end around siesta time. Thank goodness for siesta.
Naturally, by the time we got out to explore, the festival was over.
I think that on the Camino, I've eaten just about everything (not that there's much food I won't eat) that I purposely avoided. Animals with heads still attached (essentially, food that can see me eat it)? Done. Eggs sunny side up? I think that was dinner at least four days in a row. Tripe? Dinner last night. However, when there is a regional specialty, I make sure to try it (hence the eggs), regardless of what it is. Today we went to what is hailed to be Galicia's best pulpería and tried the octopus. It actually wasn't half bad.
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Esta es la situación en que entramos a Melide. Cuando nos acercamos a la ciudad, todo lo que podíamos escuchar eran los coches bocinando. No era el simple, «oye, no tengo paciencia» bocinar. Era la gente bocinando fuertisimo por mínimo diez segundos. Todos. Hacía mucho calor,estuvimos cansados y los bocinados no terminaban. No era una entrada alegre a la cuidad. Lo bueno es que sale que es día festivo. Es el festival de San Cristóbal, entonces todo el ruido era por el desfile de camionetas de dieciséis ruedas, cubiertas de listones y moños, con familias adentro saludando a la gente comiendo o tomando en las terrazas de restaurantes. Ya todo el ruido se me hizo un poco más lindo y tolerable porque nos avisaron que terminaría para la hora de la siesta. Gracias a Dios por la siesta.
Por supuesto, ya cuando salimos a explorar, el festival había terminado.
Creo que en el Camino, he comido todo que he evitado en mi vida (no que hay mucha comida que no me como). ¿Animales con sus cabezas en el plato (o sea, comida que me puede ver mientras me lo como)? Comido. ¿Huevos fritos, no revueltos? Era mi cena, mínimo cuatro días seguidas. ¿Tripas? Me las comí anoche. La excepción queda con las especialidades regionales, allí si trató de probar de todo (por eso tanto huevo). Fuimos a lo que está conocido como la mejor pulpería de Galicia y probamos el pulpo. En verdad, si era rico.
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