First things first. I was quite taken by some simple things. All the light switches we saw in Spain were like this… unless there was no switch to move, you just put your finger on it and it turned on. And then it turned off after a set amount of time (some stayed on by motion activation). And the toilet paper holders… so simple.. so sensible.
One evening we went off to the Galician Folk Museum (Museo do pobo Galego). We thought it was the folk art museum, and that it was free. Wrong on both counts. At first we were greeted by some big plastic cows in the courtyard, and some maritime exhibit… and were thinking “WTF???”. But then I decided it was going to be fun, and before we left the boat room it was!
Or, it may be that it is the bag in the Galician bagpipes (aka gaita) (oh look! the name gaita comes from goat…),
Here’s a short video of the plaza and the gaita player. There were two. They played from 10 am until midnight. Between them, they knew 5 songs. Over and over and over and over. The Parador doormen were amused when I told them that Ginny was ready to kill the piper. They said it wouldn’t make a difference, another would come and take his place. They played in an echo-ey little alleyway next to the cathedral.
At breakfast I asked one of the servers/hosts (a lovely gentleman named Ángel) about the gaita… Are they just for music or are they, like the Scottish pipes, an instrument for war? He says Come with me. So off we go, out back, through the kitchen, stairs, an elevator, at which point I ask Where are we going? Don’t worry (Tranquila) he says. I tell him I’m not worried, after all I have a 3rd level black belt in tae kwon do. He laughed. Through another kitchen and through a really opulent dining room (I told him it was beautiful. Do I like it? No, I’m not sure I like it, but it is beautiful) and then out on the balcony to see and hear the piper in the alleyway off the plaza. I also told him that Ginny would like to kill the piper. He also laughed and said it wouldn’t make a difference.
OK, back to the museum… There was an incredibly beautiful staircase that took you here and there. Actually, there are three here, and only certain ones would take you certain places. It was a little confusing, but we think we saw it all.
We saw lots of these little shops in all the cities we visited, where one could purchase bras, presumably panties, lacy bits of we weren’t sure what, and baby things. It was all very grandmotherly looking, as in old fashioned and not really attractive. And much of it was expensive.
Anyhow, more at the museum…
Although I served this up with a healthy dose of sarcasm, I really was fascinated by the place. Why do people make what they do? Is it purely function? How do they make stuff? There is presumably pride in craftmanship, and presumably local styles and inputs from other areas.