31/08/2026
September in Galicia doesn't commit.
Yesterday it rained. Today, sandals. And on the ground — chestnuts. Already.
The trees know something we don't, apparently. Meanwhile, we're still going to the beach.
That in-between thing — not summer, not autumn, somehow both at once — is one of the best times to be here. The coast quieter. The light different. Nothing decided yet.