We are staying here on our way from Galicia:

I’m sorely saddened by Galicia, my friends. It offers a striking contrast with the Basque Country, Valencia, the parts of Portugal that are right across the border, and even the frequently upsetting Castilla León. It rains a lot in Galicia, which means that everything is covered in mold and smells like mold. But it also means fertile soils and lush greenery. The inhabitants, however, seem to have given up on maintaining the buildings, the streets, and the establishments in a passable state. Everything is blackened, falling apart, crumbling down, and looking sad and unloved.
This isn’t a failure of municipal or local authorities. The markings on the roads look extremely bright and fresh. The government is doing its job. It’s the people that have stopped trying. The number of extremely drunk people at noon on a Wednesday offers an explanation. We drew by a little town called Xinzo de Limia that has 1/3 of the population in my town back home. There’s nowhere to eat in Xinzo de Limia until 1 pm but there are more open and full bars in two little streets than we have in my entire home town.
There’s nothing like this wholesale devastation even in the most rural areas of the Spanish Basque Country. The French Basque Country is an absolute fairytale with its bright, freshly painted houses and clean, pretty front yards.
The people in Galicia are nice but helpless. The coffee is vastly inferior to everywhere else in Spain, let alone in Portugal. I’m not very knowledgeable about Galicia in particular but now I’m curious as to what is causing such a marked contrast with the rest of the country.

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