22-24 September 2019
Beach combing at Finisterre
I arrive at Finisterre the day before the rain arrived and walked the beaches looking for shells after a morning sheltering in coffee shops.
I had hoped to walk to Muxia but it seems my walk is over!
Sunday 22 September
I had hoped to walk to Muxia, a 28Km walk to the north. Muxia is wild place; rocky, a rugged workaday fishing port and elemental. But the bus timetables didn’t synchronise, so I’ve returned to Santiago 2 days early.
“Europe was made on the pilgrim road to Santiago”
It’s Sunday afternoon and wandering in the Old City I come across a text carved in several European languages in the pavement; I remember it from previous visits:
“Europe was made on the pilgrim road to Compostela”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe,
From there it was a short walk to the Centro Gallego de Arte Contemporánea.
The current exhibition is WE REFUGEES.
The title is taken from a 1943 essay by Hannah Arendt about her experience of being a refugee in France and America; mainly about the enforced loss of identity.
It is a sobering, well curated show and returning from a short self-imposed migration it had a particular resonance.