Vigo

i use the good weather and start to build a a wooden ramp for the little dog, Choiva, as her hips don't like the stairs. We drive the car full of trashure around the curvy street till we come to the drop of point. The bananas need to be taken care of, so I make a banana bread in the wood stove. It gets a little charcoaled on top, but tastes good nevertheless.

At night we drive to Vigo to listen to a blues band. It's pretty bad, the singer sings English songs, but she cannot speak English so she just makes sound-a-like sounds. Bad bands are still fun. We go and see the Vigo Christmas lights that draw in the tourists. It looks nice on pictures, but the bumblig masses of drunken, bored out, shopping tourists.. cannot recommend. We stop, before we get to the center, and just turn around. At home, the dogs are happy to see us.