Compostela, where time stands still

Catedral de Santiago. / Maribel Zamudio
Catedral de Santiago. / Maribel Zamudio

In the northwest of Spain, just a hundred kilometres from the Atlantic Ocean, in the middle of Galicia, there is the town of Compostela, a breath of eternity. 

Compostela, where time stands still

In the northwest of Spain, just a hundred kilometres from the Atlantic Ocean, in the middle of Galicia, there is the town of Compostela, a breath of eternity. There is a sense of traveling through time, feeling its history, dreaming its infinite mysteries. Follow your reflection in the cobblestone puddles, walk under the arcades protected from the rain and worries. Compostela captivates you and bewitches you like a true love, whose arms you always return to.

You can lose yourself in its narrow walled streets, among its wet stones, to discover its essence. You should walk around the historic town like a true pilgrim to admire La Plaza del Obradoiro from the balconies of El Hostal de los Reyes Católicos, where, the stained glass windows capture the splendour of the sunset. Then, go into the cathedral and admire El Pórtico de la Gloria, which will take your breath away. Go into the chapel La Corticela where it all began, sheltered from time and light. Exit into Azabachería Street, and back behind the cathedral towards Quintana Square. Savour a good coffee under the vines while listening to the soothing rumble of the bells of Berenguela and the peoples's murmur.

Catedral de Santiago. / Maribel Zamudio

Details of the Cathedral of Santiago. / Maribel Zamudio

I am dreaming of the softness of May. I have breakfast on the terrasse of the ancient convent El Palacio del Carmen, from where the cathedral seems to swing from the sky. I slowly approach Puerta Faxeira through the Alameda Park, playing hide-and-seek with the sun spying througt the cedar leaves. The smell of seafood announces the street of El Franco and after a good Galician wine and I am carried by the sound of the fountain of the Plaza de Fonseca. I am safe leaning against the wall of the bar San Jaime, warmed by the sun, where time stops forever.

Compostela, where time stands still