explosión de mariscos

in galicia, the kitchen was serviceable; the view from the balcony was better.


the markets were amply provisioned, and there were many bottles; some of them were very tasty. the cooler came in handy.


we discovered the virtues of the can.


the town has a fishing co-op with a shop which opens twice a day to sell day catch from boats that dock right outside.


there were percebes. they were tasty.


some of the percebes were fractal. (still tasty.)


at a slightly fancy restaurant, we had remarkable scallops. note how little they have been fucked with. these were about the price of a mediocre plate of pasta in london.


there was also a lobster—that was quite messy. fortunately, i was wearing my lobster-eating shirt.


the oysters at the roadside lunch spot at which we waited for a late afternoon audience with The Knight of the Valley weren't messy at all.


but most of the time we cooked shellfish,


and regular fish,


and sat on the beach.