I had a solid walk today, I find myself enjoying the wet and green landscape of of Galicia. I sense that the mountains that surround the region is what keeps this region isolated and culture preserved.
Some believe that before the Camino de Santiago is truly a route from ancient times when Galicians believed in multiple gods and worshipped nature, only to later become a Christian pilgrimage. The lore is that these trails led to something else and it wasn’t to the Cathedral in Santiago.
I did not encounter (knowingly) any witch while I walked today but the forest, hills and mountains ooze magic. It’s like the region is wrapped in a thin veil of mystery and meaning.
Like the old Galician saying goes, “Eu non creo nas meigas, mais habelas, hainas”, which means “I don’t believe in witches, but they do exist – they do” I agree!
Liosuelo 