Grandma's house is in the Ancares region of Galicia. This is a relatively unspoiled area of the earth where the people genuinely live off the land. Everyone has their plot of land with cabbages, potatoes, beans and maybe a cow, or some pigs and chickens. Life is pretty simple here. From the village, it seems like you are in the middle of nowhere and it's quiet and lovely. You can hear birds sing and see the stars at night. But when you look over the hill, there's the motorway running through the valley, bringing you out of your dream world and truth be told it's an engineering marvel.
Grandma is an excellent cook and so we besides visiting we do lots of eating. Simple things like home grown lettuce for salad, locally made chorizo sausage and cured ham and local veal steaks. She even made us a cake - well truth be told - she had it made. She gave her chicken's eggs to the local bread man (he comes every day to deliver fresh bread to the door - how's that for service!) and he made the cake for her.
These are truly free range chickens. They are closed in at night but other than that, they pretty much run the place.
There are lots of childhood memories of when this place was a busier, more bustling one. My grandparents ran a store which was below the main house and I always remember it as being full of people and energy. The motorway has changed the atmosphere of the place. The trucks used to run right past the front door on the old highway, so while it's now safer and less noisy its taken some of the life from the place.
It's always nice to be here.