A Coruña – Ferrol (by train)
This morning was my first holiday morning, no wonder I got up at 9.45. Partly beacause I was woken up by a freeze during the night at was really happy to have my sleeping bag. But I made a decision last night not to buy more clothes. I hope the cold weather will pass soon. And my father was afraid to let me travel in Spain because of high temperatures… :))!
I used my favourite Tripadvisor and found out two nonexisting breakfast coffees in the city. The third time I was lucky to find a special place on the first photo, a cupcake bakery. Oh my, I have never eaten anything like this! The lady, who did all of this amasing stuff on her own, was definitely sister of Amelie from Montmarte.
When I tried to find my way to the train station I found out that Spanish speak only spanish. Oh no!
I got in Ferrol by 4 p.m. The city reminded a place of atom bomb attack … it was siesta! I had no place to stay, no map for my journey, no credencial (a pilgrim passport where you get stamp, you can stay in 6 euro pilgrim alberges on the way and finally get compostela in Santiago!), no one to ask. Thanks to few people I’d met I walked the city three times in a circle before I got all those things. At 7 p.m. I was finally standing there with a nice hostel to stay, map, credencial and a very very big hunger. I had a dinner in a restaurant where we understood each other with the owner only by our smiles and lifted fingers. The only person in Ferrol happy to speak with me in english was a greengrocer who’d worked in London few years.
I had a nice walk to a very first marking stone of my “English way” to make a photo on the tourist office lady’s advice. I didn’t want to go there back in the morning (for the third time).
Daylight is here within 10 p.m. and the city is finally alive.
I went into my bed with a Bible vers: