The one without a 12 hour bus ride

We didn't have much time left on Sunday, so we planned for a slow morning.  I got up early to do some homework, and then we ate cafe y tostada before heading out to check out the park next to our hostel. It was a gorgeous morning, the way that Spain is supposed to be in the Spring, and there were some very nice views.  I am very excited for the probable Spring that we are about to enjoy.  I am ready for sandals and short-sleeves, the beach and meals at outside cafes.  It was awesome that we got to enjoy some of this in Galicia!

Next we headed over to the Pilgrim museum, which tells a bit about the history of the city, St. James, and the history of the pilgrimage.  I can't lie. It was super boring, like one of the most boring museums I have ever been to.  All the signs on the wall were in Gallego, which is like Spanish until you start reading it and you realize that there are a good number of words that you can't read.  They had books in each room in English and Spanish, but each room had like 10 pages of materials, which was way way way too much for the number of things that they were talking about.  We read through a few pages at various points, but mostly we walked through looking at random art of St. James.  It took a lot less time than we thought it would (surprise, surprise), so we walked around a bit.

Finally, we went back to our hostel to pick up our luggage and then settled in for a snack at a cafe.  It was chocolate con churros on the menu, and man, let me tell you, they were good, maybe the second best chocolate con churros I have had since coming to Spain, mostly because of the chocolate.  Let me explain.  Many times when they are talking about chocolate con churros, they really mean hot cocoa, but sometimes it is thicker, more like a hot chocolate with extra melty chocolate.  Those are the best times.  The chocolate was so thick and yummy!  But the churros were second rate, in my extensive churro knowledge, not quite as soft and bread-y as I like mine.  Then it was on the bus to the hotel and back to southern Spain.

All was not lost though, because while we were gone, it seems like southern Spain got with the picture, and it became Spring.  Look how green it is!  I might be able to pull out my shorts when we go to Granada next weekend, GASP!