Falling Back, 28. Looking at the Gods.
Today was another topsy-turvy day. It was a windy, bright fall day. In the morning, I went for a walk, and was between hot and cold, between the warming sun and the sharp wind. After lunch, we went for a drive. We went up the coast to the hills above Muros. My husband was looking for a spot among the wind turbines from which there is a sweeping view of a good part of the west coast. We found a corner, but he doesn't think it was that one. It was a hill above Muros, with wind turbines all over the place, from which the horizon was lost in a blur on the ocean, and the Celtic Olympus of Monte Pindo frowned upon the coastal towns below. Monte Pindo is a granite outcropping rising directly above the coast. Down one side of it, the river Xallas erupts into the ocean in a waterfall, one of very few rivers to do so in Europe. The river was dammed years ago, during Franco's frenzy of harnessing rivers for production. For many years, the waterfall was a memory, until it was decided that ...