ryanair compostela

Bagpipers.
The last thing that Sabela expected to see was a band of Gaiteiros in the airport.
Months ago, sabela bought her ticket on the ryanair website, an evening in the cybercafe, at Camden suburb, London. She did it when she knew that for the first time, there will be able fly to Galicia at a reasonable price. What a paradox. Arrive to the Santiago de Compostela airport, and then pay the ticket for a bus to Compostela. Then another to go to Ribadeo. An one kilometer and a half from the bus stop to Rinlo. What a shit. an hour and a half flying, and four hours in the bus.
At London everything was easy. Hard but easy. Four airports around London, with real prices. A good metro. Not in Galicia. "did you ever see a metro at Glasgow Sabela?".
Not, but Glasgow have a ferry to belfast. An Airport. Sabela remembered when only the richest, or the emigrants, have the chance to fly.
It was shocked have a talk with the friends, and tell their that you're twenty-eight years old, and you never flied. The friends of Sabela have the costume to go to Ibiza, or Nerdier, or Lanzarote, for not many, what you can afford in a job in only a month. Everytime was a discussion about it. While Nicole was at a club, in Ibiza, Sabela was helping with the farm, "a herba seca" times, not time nor money to take the interrail, not even think about
What was the fucking eject who putted the fucked bagpipers at the airport?
She really loved the gaiters, but not in that way. At the evening, after the herba seca, Sabela and their friends enjoyed the evening, with a kalimotxo and a galician bagpipe. She missed this times at the eira.. She was ok now, living at Camden. took the plane was remember old times. In the plane, there was more English people than Galician ones.
The camino. Many English people only know Galicia like a reference to the Camino de Santiago. Many teenagers, many yankees , like Jenna Bush, like other ones, come to the unknown celtic country, called Galicia, mystic Galicia, the magic and medieval Galicia, the redemption of Galicia after the parties at Long Beach, L.A.. , and Ibiza - a county of the United Kingdom -.
Sabela, nowadays is system administrator, with different NIXes, -she love Debian- at a bank computer hub in the city. She remember the times of the herba seca when she's fixing the networks. Nmap an the minifundios.
Then, was a flash see the gaiteiros, the politicians, the photographers with their SLRD's, by UMTS - The cottage of Sabela don't have internet or even telephone. Neither support to her mobile. In a few seconds, the Galician papers -not Galizalivre, but the official government papers - will have the photos, and she at the cottage, next few days, will be unplugged.
Then she did it. She undressed her jacket, and showed her tank t-shirt, with a big letters: plangalicia.com
Flashes. A cameraman is framing his camera focusing between her breast. A guardia civil is looking , but he don't want to do anything , at least with all the photographers taking photos of her t-shirt

-Did you want to say anything, lady?
- This is the one and only plan Galicia wich the Galicians are going to see. Three years later of the biggest ecologic crisis in Europe, the only help of the Galician, Spanish and European government is that now it is cheaper emigrate. I want to say hello to my friends of Camden, Mary and NiamhNiamh, and hello to my grandmother... ola avoiña!!!!

- plea se, please lady--quiere usted decir algo al periodico gallego de la Coruña....

Then Sabela was wearing the sunglasses. Black glasses, and blue
Six hours later, she was walking in Rinlo, at the sailors harbour, talking about the Camden market withe her grandmother.
- botei en falta as castañas con leite
- prepareiche unha tortilla, e xa che fixen a bufanda, que como marchaches tan axiña...non vai moito frio por alí
- ali chove pouco máis que aqui, avoa, non fagas caso. O que pasa e que aqui e alo chove mais en Madrid

From Madrid was the car who stooped at the sailor's house, they arrived to taste the rice & fish from the sailor's house, becouse last month, the new york times talked about the Palacete Peñalba from Figueras and the rice & frish rom Rinlo. But nobody will talk to this people about the concentration camp of the fourties in Arnao, at Figueras. Who cares about it. Which is fashionable it's talk about the new galician weblogs

Anyway, now Sabela is with her cute avoiña, and at that moment, things go right