Galicia, Day Eight: End Notes and Reflections

What I said in the last post about Albarino wine? Scratch that. Although Galician wine cooperates with my system a little bit better than anything I’ve tried in the U.S. over the past year or so (when my body started rejecting alcohol), I didn’t get away scott-free. I woke up on June 5, my last full day in the Pontevedra area, feeling especially cruddy – a subtle reminder of why I pretty much stopped drinking last October.

For my final morning run, I ventured down the hill toward my tiny super...