Today I collected my sisters from Vigo airport. The last time I saw them was just after my mother died, so the memories were bittersweet.
On the bus journey to the airport I met a Spanish lady and a Jamaican gentleman, so I knew I was on the right bus. They were on their way back to Edinburgh – the world has really become a small place.
In Galicia they don’t speak English, so it took a cellphone and a translating friend to get a taxi from the airport in Vigo to where we were staying for the first night in Nigran.
In Pension in Nigran we discovered that lifts can be installed to be between floors, so you are always climbing stairs, whether you are on the first or second floor.
We decided to travel to Bayona by bus to start our Camino. The bus with hereafter be refered to as a P-bus, since for some strange reason, the P sign is where the bus stop. So we found the first bus stop, but nothing happened. Later we walked to another hotel to ask for advice, and they told us about the P-Bus. Again we waited, after a while a bus came, just as we were walking a way, so we ran! But the bus were going in the opposite direction. So we went back the hotel and asked the lady to phone a taxi. She was kind enough to do that and said the taxi would arrive in 2 minutes. (We later discovered that everything actually happens in 2 minutes)
Reaching Bayona, we saw the first pilgrims. We also got our first stamp at the gift shop and our first lunch. More important than the tortilla lunch was the tea, with milk.
We took all the “get ready” photos and started the walk.
