Pontevedra

Lu's house is in the middle of green silence and rivers. The land is lush and feels alive. Stark rains intermit winter sun. We drive the slopey roads to Pontevedra, the doggos in the back are used to the hill's mild roller coasters. We walk in the park, see a ton of impressive old churches and houses before riding back through a foggy night. At the house, Lu practiced feeds the oven and puts on a stew while we listen to old playlists and talk about times long past.