You want to say something timeless. Instead, you notice a stray dog shaking itself by the Monte do Castro , and a woman selling bunuelos from a cart despite the rain. Life continues. Vigo does not stop for your tragedy.
Then she walks away. Not looking back—because in Vigo, you learn early: the sea takes everything. The tide doesn't ask for permission. despedidas en vigo
“ Coídate ,” she says. Take care. The Galician word is softer than Spanish, a damp whisper. You want to say something timeless