This was the little town of Corcubion, just before Finisterre. We stopped and got a sandwich and sat in the park by the bay and had our lunch. We must have sat for over an hour, enjoying the sun and eating bread and salami and cheese, for the 50th time.
Seems like all the “boccadillos” we ate at the little cafes had bread and cheese and some kind of meat (smoked ham, sausage, salami, hot salami, or the like). And they all cost 3 Euro or so (about $4.50), so someone was getting rich off the pilgrims.
But, no worries, this one tasted especially good.
