Now the rain starts. A Choiva. This is the Gallego I learn from highway warning signs. To make sure we were really & truly convinced that our month of freakishly good weather was over, it rained for about 12 hours on Sunday and all day on Tuesday. There was flooding in the city! Above you see the view to the left of my little balcony (no view of the water. sad!!).
And the view to the right.
This is taken from a totally different spot, namely, Domaio, way up the hill, where my tutoring students live.
This is the view of the waterfall you have from their back yard / garden. As you can see, a house is being built and is going to totally ruin their view. The thing that passes in front of the waterfall is one of the viaducts of the Corredor do Morrazo highway. O Morrazo is the name of the peninsula so the highway's name is just Morrazo corridor. Anyway, it's quite a dangerous highway; I learned this week that in the last year 8 people died in crashes up there. Riding on it, you can understand why it's dangerous. For much of it, there isn't any kind of shoulder. Either you're on a viaduct (there are several, and as you can see, they're long) or you're in a stretch of the highway that is blasted out of the mountain, meaning that there are sheer rocky walls on either side. All this means that some people just prefer to drive along the road on the coast that goes through Domaio town, through Moaña, past Tirán and all the way to Cangas; but although the coastal road is less intense and less fast, it's extremely curvy: two days ago I saw the aftermath of a quite serious head-on collision, the crumpled fronts of two cars sitting cross-wise, splintered and out-of-commission, airbags flopped out like shopping bags and broken glass like grit all over the asphalt.
Another view from up in Domaio. Lush. those are grapevines. Ría de Vigo with the bayetas in the middle ground.
Ominous view from the Puente de Rande.
Claroscuro
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