My last big meal in Spain for 2015: salad with cheese, walnuts, and tomatoes; octopus with spicy potatoes; white wine; Santiago tart (a wedge of almond pastry topped with powdered sugar).
I would be in heaven if I had a place to take the siesta, but I don’t. I’m taking the night train to Madrid and will have to wait around this beautiful city of Compostela until evening.
Compostela, field of stars.
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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4 thoughts on “Last Day in Spain”
I’m sad it’s your last day in Spain. I have so enjoyed your trip.
JC, I appreciate all your comments and your enthusiasm.
Oh, your last meal in Santiago sounds so much better than mine was. I ordered grilled sole but got fried sole, lol.
I’m curious to hear how you felt about taking the night train to Madrid. This year, I opted to take a night bus from Santiago to Madrid-Barajas airport rather than getting a hotel in Madrid and going to the airport the next day and I found that the added travel time had really done me in by the time I reached my home in California (something like 36 hours traveling). It’s taken me much longer to recuperate than it did last year.
Elissa, I can’t say if taking the night train was better or worse since it had been ten years since my last trip to Europe. I’m a lot older now, and all I can say is that it took me about five days to adjust to the time change. I liked the novelty of being able to sleep in the train and take a shower in the morning. I had to spend the extra money for a private compartment because the shared cars were full. It was strange to fall asleep to the jostling wheels rolling down the tracks, but I did sleep.
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