VigoWhen Maureen, Michael, and I booked our trip to Portugal, it never occurred to us that Spain would be a mere 90 minute bus ride north. But it was, and we went. Vigo is the nearest sizable city north of the Spanish-Portuguese border, but it’s very residential. Just an hour and a half south of Santiago de Compostela–the real jewel of a city–it’s really just more of a gateway city from Portugal. Nevertheless, we had great fun being wanderers. 
VigoVigoAt around lunchtime, we straggled into a small eatery off of a side street and were delighted to meet Maria Amalia Miguélez Miguélez, a peppy Spanish abuelita who prattled off the menu so quickly, that I could barely understand anything. In the end, Amalia just served us whatever she wanted to and it was all heavenly mystery food.

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Well, this picture more or less sums up our day in Spain: spontaneous, and maybe a little bit silly. In a good way. Would I go to Vigo again? Only to see Amalia. Would I relive this day? In a heartbeat.

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