For Holy Week (Semana Santa, in Spanish) most of Spain headed south to enjoy the good weather and the week of spectacular street processions that begin on Palm Sunday. Since Granada was abandoned by people I knew and overrun by people I didn’t, I left the sun and festivities to go as far north as I could get. And though I didn’t walk the Camino de Santiago, I made my own, backward pilgrimage of sorts to Santiago de Compostela in Galicia— a land of rolling hills, bagpipes, seafood, and lots of rain.
