The last day in Cambados was also All Saints Day. We had noticed a flower stall in the town the night before and wondered if it might be connected to the Festival of All Saints, but I was quite unprepared for the sights at the ruined Romanesque Church of Santa Mariña Dozo, now a cemetery.
I was caught unawares. Memories of my mother overwhelmed me; surrounded by an outpouring of love and attention I felt desperately alone. People in the shadows of my life came to me. We lingered, and then, subdued, returned to the town.