This was our first visit to Santiago de
Compostela, the capital of the autonomous region of Galicia in north western Spain.
Santiago seemed remarkably unspoilt by tourism, retaining the feel of a small rural town. Indeed, it caters for a different breed of tourist to the norm. Weary and rather scruffy walkers of all ages, carrying their back packs adorned with the scallop shell symbol of St James and a walking staff, were a frequent but unobtrusive sight. For Santiago is the final destination of el camino de Santiago de Compostela (The Way of St. James), which has been one of the most important Christian pilgrimages since medieval times. Legend has it that the remains of St James (who was one of the disciples) were carried by boat from Jerusalem to northern Spain where he was
buried on the site of what is now the cathedral city of Santiago.
Santiago is the local Galician evolution of the latin Sanctu Iacobu. According to legend, Compostela derives from the latin Campus Stellae, 'field of the star', named after the site where a hermit had a vision of the whereabouts of the saints remains.
The route was declared a European Cultural Route in 1987 and named one of UNESCO's World Heritage Sites. For this reason, Santiago is extremely well presented and preserved.
In company with Brittany, Cornwall, Wales and Scotland the local people have Celtic roots. This was apparent from the bag pipe (gaita) players around the cathedral. Their music had a more ecclesiastical sound than those I heard in Edinburgh last week. They also took advantage of photo opportunities.
It was easy to get our bearings as the centre is small and easily manageable on foot. Here are some views of the old town.
Above is all that remains of the city wall, and below a shop window displaying the local mild cheese, Tetilla. The milk used comes
mainly from the Galician Blond breed of cattle.
The name tetilla
(Galician for small breast) describes the shape of the cheese, a sort of
cone topped by a nipple, or a half pear (hence
its other denomination, perilla cheese)
We heard an interesting theory about how the cheese got it's name and form but it's rather gruesome. Take a tour of the cathedral Portico if you want to find out.
In common with many Spanish towns, 'proper shops' still exist. Particularly abundant are shops selling children's wear. My companion was really impressed with the well behaved and well dressed Spanish children. (And the little dogs)
Wish we had a shop like the one below at home