Awoke in Vigo Spain in a peaceful bay,
With the sun rising from behind mountains, far away.

It is as if the city is still asleep,
Because we do not hear a beep.

I feel privileged to see different sights,
Reachable by ship or on flights.

Cruising is the most comfortable way,
To see a country, city or bay.

We drove 70 miles to see Santiago de Compostela cathedral,
In a town that looks older than medieval.

We observed a holy mass held by more then 10 priest,
But we did not know the occasion or feast.

A nun sang in a lovely voice,
And encouraged the congregation to rejoice.

Along with Rome and Jerusalem Santiago was conferred by the pope,
As being a holy city were pilgrims come to regain hope.

Entombed here since the 9th Century are the remains,
Of the apostle St James.

An old monastery, now Parodor Hostal de Los Reyes Catholicos ,was a worthwhile visit,
To have coffee and local cake while experiencing old fashioned catholic spirit.

We watched on deck as we sailed away
From this very pretty bay.