I hope you’ve had a great holiday season! Jaz and I are both glad to be back from break.
During the break, we had Jazmin’s sister Laurel in town and we were given the chance to return to A Coruña on a much better looking day than the last.
If you remember, last time we went to A Coruña, we saw terrible weather:
We got a ride up from Jazmin’s bilingual coordinator (whom we’re constantly thankful for) and attempted the Tower of Hercules again. This time we were successful! We wandered the wilderness around the Tower of Hercules, one of, if not THE oldest functioning maritime lighthouse in the world. Yes, this lighthouse built originally by the Romans has been renovated time and again so that it is still in use today for modern sailors.
Something about this view of the Atlantic Ocean connects you to something beyond yourself. To nature. To humanity. To history. What was it like to watch for an invading English fleet from this same balcony? What led the Romans to select such a good spot for a lighthouse that we still use it today? These are the sort of questions that crossed my mind as we all stared out at the waves rolling in with a fury.
After the Tower of Hercules, the three of us ventured to the nearest beach. We spent an hour or so collecting seashells and playing with a woman’s dog. After climbing so many stairs, it was nice to walk on soft sand. The day was brightening and we didn’t feel like we had to stay bundled anymore.
From there we ventured to a Celtic memorial statue, the waves crashing on the cliff beyond. There is a spot with a broken star where you’re supposed to stand– where the waves mostly come near, but don’t drench you. I say mostly because when we were leaving, we saw a girl get overwhelmed by a wave. But, when I was there, I wanted to get closer. Climbing out slowly onto the slippery, jagged rocks allowed me to face waves head on. I had to wait for about five minutes for a wave big enough to reach me. My left pants leg was soaked through, but it was worth it.
It was time for food, so we went to the main plaza and got a bite to eat before going out onto the small island castillo. We got to explore the history of the castillo-turned-fort-turned-prison-now-museum, walk the small, beautiful garden, and see a real rainfall cistern.
After this, we headed to the train station. Considering our last trip to Madrid in which we missed our return train, I was deeply paranoid we were going to miss this one and be out of luck. We made it home safe and sound though.
We’ve been glad to have Laurel (and Matt, who came later) to share our holidays and travels with. It has made me miss our friends at home more than ever.