Ancestral dances and Galicia's Enchanted Forest

In Spain, every city, town, village, and hamlet has a saint. This is especially true in Galicia, since if you look at a map of place names including ¨Saint,¨ Galicia is covered in them. And for every saint, there must be a celebration! This past weekend was St. Sebastian's day. After living in Donostia-San Sebastián for a year, this feast day now holds a special place in my heart.

The tiny fishing village of Aldán in Galicia also celebrates San Sebastián day, but in a very different way. Compared to the 24-hour drumming of Donostia-San Sebastián, they have a low-key performance of what was called ¨ancestral dances.¨ After Sunday mass, the dancers prance and hop around the church to the beat of a bagpipe and a drum. This traditional dance is over 300 years old. Apparently it started as an offering to the saint to protect the villagers against the plague. 

Due to imperfect public transportation schedules, I missed the original dance around the church. But luckily for me, they repeated the dance later in the afternoon, near the church and again on the village promenade. The dance itself was made up of five female dancers, 10 male dancers, and one guide. The young women wore giant hats of flowers, and the men (most a lot older than the women) wore suits with a sash and played castanets. The dance itself was a simple swaying with some hops and swirls in between. The most impressive was that in the swirling, the women's massive hats never fell off.

Medieval Aqueduct

To take full advantage of the two bus rides to get there, I also explored the Enchanted Forest of Aldán. Before you even get into the forest, on the side of the road there's a cute mini-bridge and typical clothes washing station. The forest is like any other Galician forest-- they all seem magical. But this has the bonus of a huge Medieval aqueduct and the façade of a small castle. From what I gather, it was part of the land belonging to a small palace (pazo) nearby. The little castle was going to be ¨just for fun¨ for the owners. But it was never finished, and when the road was built right between the pazo and their yard, the forest became a charming park.

Little Unfinished Castle

All in all, it was a nice way to spend a Sunday (when there is often little to do but stay home). Some alone time in nature followed by a bit of Galician traditions to remind me that Entroido (carnival) is right around the corner!

Tourism & Christmas Spirit in BCN

For Spain's long weekend in early December, I felt like going somewhere to get me in the Christmas spirit. At home, it is always snowing by December. I miss the snow! Originally I thought of going to the famed Christmas markets of Germany or Strasbourg. But when I saw the price tag, I knew a cheap, short plane ride to Barcelona would suffice. 😁 I was surprised to find the Catalan capital on a list of best European Christmas markets. I had already been to Barcelona a few times when I was studying abroad, but since I had gone to meet up with a penpal, I didn't necessarily see all the tourist destinations. This time around my guiri (tourist) needs were fulfilled, as well as my desire for Christmas joy.

La Sagrada Familia

In the blue-green forest

On my last visit to BCN, I just observed it from outside and went into a small chapel that's free. My memories of that chapel (meh) have nothing to do with the real deal. The outside of the basilica is just as elaborate as the inside, so it was worth spending the time checking it out. Once inside, the most outstanding characteristic is the stained glass. Not the artwork itself, but the light that pours in, dying the walls reds, yellows, greens, and blues. The pillars succeed at looking like a forest. And the ceiling was such a draw that there was a mirror in the center facing upwards so visitors could get a good look without straining. The basilica is beautiful and unique, for sure. But with all they hype, I wasn't blown away. Maybe I should have splurged and paid the full 22€ for an audio guide. I'm sure there are a lot of details I didn't pick up on that would've made the experience even better.


Casa Milà (La Pedrera)
Continuing the Gaudí architecture tour of Barcelona was a private home he designed. In contrast to the Sagrada Familia, having the audio guide made it my favorite tour. It wasn't just a run-of-the-mill guide. Its sensors could tell where you were, and it would talk to you accordingly. It even had background music! For example, going up in the elevator to the rooftop it played intense music to get you pumped. And thanks to the audio guide, I focused on details I might not have picked up on. The repeated theme was nature, which could be found in the waves of design; the attic that was seemingly held up by a whale's backbone; the door patterned like a monarch butterfly; and the forest-like patio.

La Pedrera's Rooftop

The tour lets you see the first-floor patio, rooftop, attic, and the floor where the original homeowners lived, as it was. The building used to belong to the Milà family at the beginning of the 20th century. They rented out the other floors. Apparently there was drama because the wealthy neighbors of Passeig de Gràcia thought Gaudì had created a modern monstrosity. Now all the naysayers of yore have been proven wrong since La Pedrera is a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

Christmas Market-Fira de Santa Lucía

Christmas market--mistletoe in hand!

Barcelona's major Christmas market is the Fira de Santa Lucía, in the plaza of the Cathedral of Barcelona. The stands can be divided into 3 categories: plants, Nativity scenes, and miscellaneous gifts. The plant stands all sold holly, mistletoe, pines, and Caga Tiós. (Caga Tió, by the way, is one of two ¨crappy¨ Catalan Christmas traditions. It's a log with a face that children hit while singing a song so that it will crap them a present. At the market there was a giant Caga Tió and the kids took turns hitting it. ¨Shit me a gift!¨ Now there's a tradition that could go global!) The tiny Caga Tió's were cute, but I opted for a bunch of mistletoe. My first real mistletoe! I asked the vendor if they had the tradition of kissing underneath it. He said no, the Romans used it to bring luck to anyone who entered the house. Any other traditions were an invention. (I enforced our mistletoe kissing tradition at home regardless.)

Shit us a gift, Tió!

The Nativity scene stands had what you might expect...holy families, shepherds, wise men...as well as caganers. The caganer is the second ¨crappy¨ Catalan Christmas tradition. It's a little figurine hidden in all nativity scenes of a man taking a crap. Normally he was dressed in Catalan traditional garb. But nowadays, they have entire stands dedicated to curious caganers: every celebrity under the sun (athletes, politicians, musicians) plus tv show/videogame characters (Spongebob, Spiderman). You name it, there's probably a figurine of it crapping. I picked a few up as gifts, just for laughs.

Santa María del Mar
Known as the Catedral del Mar, this basilica was built by the people, for the people in the 14th century. The novel revolving around it -- La Catedral del Mar, recommended reading-- is what drew me to visit. I wouldn't say I liked it more than the Sagrada Familia. But visiting it at night with the candles lit (and getting in for free!) gave it a very different vibe. Grandiose.

Flying solo
It's unanimous: travelling alone is an experience everyone should have. Luckily I'm still at an age where I can stay at a hostel and feel comfortable socializing with my peers (when I'm in my 40s, maybe not so much). I really enjoy being able to do what I want, when I want. Also having no pressure if I get lost (and no one to blame but myself if I do). Of course the benefit of staying at a hostel is that you can easily make plans with other travellers in the same boat. Cultural visits alone are no problem for me, despite my inability to take a decent selfie. But eating a sit-down meal alone doesn't feel right. To take care of that, one night I had dinner in the hostel with fellow travellers, and another night I went out with my roommates. I didn't mind, however, having lunch by myself in a cheap, cramped bar that seemed authentic enough. It gave me time to journal.

A Visit from the Apalpador

Nowadays, it seems every country has it's own version of Santa Claus. I always appreciated Spain for being different in that regard, since they traditionally receive gifts on 3 Kings Day rather than on Christmas. Caspar, Melchior, and Balthazar show up on a camel on the night of January 5th. That evening, in most cities people line the streets to welcome them with a parade. Each king has a float, complete with pages throwing candy to their adoring fans.

But the times they are a-changing, and not purely because of globalization. More and more Spanish families are celebrating with Papá Noel, Santa's Spanish counterpart. Their reasoning is that by giving kids gifts on December 25th, they have weeks of vacation to play with their new toys, compared to the single vacation day for toys received from the Kings. Fair enough.

In Galicia, however, there has been a surge in popularity of a specifically Galician Christmas character: the Apalpador. Apalpador translates to the guy who pats. He's a burly coal maker from the Ancares (or O Caurel), mountains in the eastern part of Lugo province. Once a year, he comes down from the mountains to visit the children of Galicia. He pats their bellies to see if they've been well-fed, and gives them some magic chestnuts to be well-fed and strong all year round. Now, when I first heard the story, it was rather alarming. A strange man rubbing kids' tummies...Call the cops! But now that I've seen the Apalpador in action, it's cute and not creepy.


This year, the Apalpador was spotted in several Galician cities, and even more towns and villages. In Lugo, where he has been going for years, he was greeted by a horde of delighted children. In Pontevedra where he is a relative newcomer, I met him and participated in his walk around town. More and more children must learn about him in school, because quite a few recognized him in the street. Others (like myself originally) were skeptical about this big, bearded man approaching them. But they quickly relaxed when a girl their own age (the Apalpador's unofficial helper) gave them chestnuts.

If in Spain they're going to lose the tradition of the 3 Kings, I hope at least it gets replaced by an original, traditional character like the Apalpador.

Feira Franca

Pontevedra, like almost all Galician cities, has its own historical festival. Feira Franca is a Medieval fair celebrated every September. The name comes from the Middle Ages when Pontevedra was granted permission for a month-long market free of taxes. For the past two decades, this one-day blast from the past has completely transformed the city.

The first time I went, last year, I was amazed by the fact that everyone was dressed up. I love festivals that require costumes, so Lugo's Roman/Celtic fair Arde Lucus is another one of my favorites. But there its reputation has made it blow up, attracting visitors who come as tourists without costumes. Pontevedra, on the other hand, seemed to have kept it a secret. Requiring vendors to dress with the theme helps. But this year, there were a few more people dressed in modern clothes. I guess the cat's out of the bag!

Friday night, several knights ride into town on horses, to read the proclamation. That the next day commences Feira Franca! Saturday is full of activities for the whole family: an obstacle course and theatrical performance for kids; Medieval stands to peruse; jousting tournaments; Medieval dance class; spectacles and roving bands. Once again we rented a table in the old town for lunch and to rest our weary feet throughout the day. Some restaurants go all out for their lunch guests on the terrazas. It's fun to see decked out banquets, fit for the Medieval nobility seated at them. Groups of friends can also set up their own Medieval lunch under tents in the tree-lined promenade of the city center.


This year my favorite part of Feira Franca was the Medieval dance. First the professionals danced. Then, with A Peregrina church for a background, a few dozen of us (mostly commoners, some nobles) pranced around in wide skirts or breeches. The most intimate contact was grasping of hands as we danced. Scandalous! Maybe next year we'll choreograph something to the sound of lutes and harpsichords-- something to amaze the troubadours.

The fun continued on to the wee hours of the night. It ended in a bar with a movie screen which was showing none other than ¨Monty Python and the Holy Grail.¨ Relevant.

More Pyrenees: Hiking in Aigüestortes National Park

A few minutes by car from the Vall de Boi is the Spanish National Park Aigüestortes i Estany Sant Maurici, the fourth national park I've been too (after Picos de Europa, The Galician Islands, and Ordesa y Monte Perdido). It's name is Catalan for Twisting Waters and Lake St. Maurice. Again, to get into this park you park outside and from there can take park transportation inside. But due to the winding trails, it's a van instead of a bus, and therefore much more expensive.

This time we opted to hike the entrance trail. It took a few hours, almost always uphill, and often following a river. The trail sometimes opened up to grassy, mossy pastures with pine trees and the ever-present mountain backgrounds. On our way into the park we passed one of the hundreds of lakes.

When we arrived to where the transportation would have dropped us off, we had lunch in the shade. Then we decided to continue towards Estany Llong, the closest lake on the map.On this hike we came across a herd of cattle grazing. Further on, there were so many streams crisscrossing, that they had built a wooden platform to cross the very alpine valley. Near the end of this trail was one of the shelters and then the rocky path got really steep really fast. Whew! I needed a rest before I could really take in the lake.

Estany Llong

For the first leg of the hike, we passed many other hikers. Then on the second leg, towards the second lake, we only passed people going the opposite direction. So finally, on the way back from Estany Llong it was just us. And it started to drizzle. We took a final walk around the deck they have set up near the starting off point, and hopped in a group taxi back to the car.

The Pyrenees Cont'd: Romanesque Churches in Catalunya

Sant Feliu de Barruera

On to the Catalan Pyrenees we went. The star of this region's Pyrenees has to be the Vall de Boi, a valley that blends beautiful mountain backgrounds with UNESCO World Heritage sites. Within the valley, there are nine Romanesque churches. Again, thinking back to the time it was built, it's amazing to imagine that they had such a need for so many churches within such a small territory. Granted, with the hills trekking to mass couldn't have been easy. But several are within 30 minutes walking distance of each other. There must have been a lot more hillside dwellers than nowadays.

Sant Climent de Taüll

For 8€ we went in 3 churches and the Romanesque museum (which honestly wasn't that beneficial). Most of the churches have the characteristic bell tower that you can climb up. At Santa Eulàlia I went all the way up, but in Sant Climent de Taüll I got too nervous and had to go back down. And all of those bell towers still have very active bells. I guess if it were my job to ring them, I could've brought myself to regularly climbing up all the way. But not my cup of tea. In Sant Climent, perhaps the most famous one, they have a really neat audiovisual projection. The Romanesque art behind the altar is very colorful, although after nearly a milllenium it's quite faded. So the projection of how it would have looked made it more real.

Santa Eulàlia d'Erill al Vall

Our campsite in the Vall de Boi was on the edge of an open field, with only one or two fellow campers. From the tent door we could see one of the Romanesque churches up on a hill about 500 meters away. The first night there was a bad storm. I cursed the fact that we had sought shade, imagining that the tree behind us could be struck by lightening and come crashing down. Obviously, that didn't happen. We survived! And barely any water got in.

Sant Joan de Boí 

Santa María de Taüll

I really enjoyed the Vall de Boi. Nature and history: what's not to love? Lots of tourists, yes, but when we went down to one of the villages to have a beer, we heard a lot of Catalan being spoken. Also, when we had a nice dinner, it seemed the majority of diners were speaking Catalan. There the waiter pegged us for Galicians right away because of the accent. I didn't correct him. :p