Twenty-Eight

Sunlight and a fresh, brisk wind. Today, we entered Galicia, a patterned landscape that reminds me, more than anything, of Ireland. We passed through a variety of farming towns, where superstitious inhabitants had placed jangling iron above windows and tied sage brush above door frames. 

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