Being a small town the bus depot in Braga is easy to locate, but finding your bus is like spotting a white cloth in a snowstorm. There are 23 bays for buses to arrive in, the numbers and destinations on them bear no resemblance to the detail on your ticket, and the drivers get off and wander the crowds asking people (in Portugese) if they want to go where they’re driving, while the passengers also wander around waving their tickets in the air. Madness 🙂 A friendly older man saw my confusion and wandered over. Unfortunately he was deaf and spoke no English, but he took a look at my ticket and tapped his watch, and wandered into the crowd of drivers and passengers to see if he could find my bus. I wasn’t too worried as I was early, but he was on a mission and enjoying himself, returning every now and then to shrug a bit and tap his watch and then he’d do a little mime to update me on his progress. Hilarious. After a while he waved his hand at the people and said ‘pah’, patted me on the shoulder, and stayed to chat. I only know a few words in Portugese so I threw a few of those into the conversation with a few hand gestures even though I didn’t know what he’d said, but he seemed very happy. Hopefully I haven’t agreed to marry him 🙂 🙂 When my bus finally arrived he spoke with the driver and did a little dance, and then waved to me from the window while we drove off. It’s the small things that make your day 🙂 The temperature in Santiago de Compostela is quite a bit cooler so I’ve dragged the woollen things back out of the bag. Being a Sunday nothing except a few restaurants are open, so I took myself to one of them and sat at a long shared table with loads of families and had a fabulous meal. Santiago de Compostela is the final destination for anyone walking the Camino de Santiago (from France, Spain or Portugal), and a few people arrived at the cathedral while I was admiring it. They marched to the middle of the square, put down their bags, lay on the ground and looked at the sky, before taking smiling selfies and celebrating their 600-800km trek (depending which route they took). I’m keen to do the walk one day (when it’s warmer), and it is cool to see where it ends. If the weather is good tomorrow I might go and check out Finisterre, which means end of the earth, and marks the spot where the Romans believed the earth ended because of the vast expanse of ocean they could see that surely nothing lay beyond. Buenos noches x
Camino walkers arriving 
Santiago de Compostela cathedral 
you can buy a cookie with your face on ha ha ha 
my room with a view 
menu del dia 
pork fillet with roast potatoes, almonds, pistachios, cabbage and carrots