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Amsterdam to Rome Cruise Post #6 – ‘La Coruña, Spain: The City of the Tower of Hercules Near the End of the Earth’

Palacio Municipal in the Plaza de Maria Pita - La Coruña, Spain

Palacio Municipal, located in the Plaza de Maria Pita – La Coruña, Spain

It was a rainy, overcast day as we walked through the ancient cobblestoned streets of historic La Coruña – one of Spain’s busiest ports. We passed unusual Celtic monoliths on our way to the remarkable Tower of Hercules, one of the oldest lighthouses in the world that is still in operation.

The Tower Of Hercules - La Coruña, Spain

The Tower Of Hercules – La Coruña, Spain

The Tower of Hercules is still standing at 187-ft and can be seen from 32-miles away. Now declared a National Monument and UNESCO World Heritage Site, it was constructed by the Romans in the 2nd Century A.D. by the order of Emperor Trajan – dedicated to Mars. Through the millennia, many mythical stories of its origin have been told. According to a myth that blends Celtic and Greco-Roman elements, the hero Hercules slew the giant tyrant Geryon after three days and three nights of continuous battle. Hercules then—in a Celtic gesture— buried the head of Geryon with his weapons and ordered that a city be built on the site. This myth is represented by the skull and crossbones that can be seen atop the lighthouse and appears in the coat-of-arms of the city of La Coruña.

Notes From Easter Island by Karen Kondazian

December 12th 2012 arrived quietly behind my back… I had been so busy assisting The Whip to find its own strong wings that there had not been a chance to look forward and dream about my forthcoming trip to South America, Easter Island, Machu Picchu–but unbelievably, it was now in my lap looking up at me.

The moment that I truly realized I was on my journey, I watched Los Angeles disappear through the small airplane window and heard first in Spanish, the emergency instructions, then in English. The next hours on LAN (Lima Airlines) were a Fellini blur of trays of airplane food and wine, tangled airplane blankets and pillows– waiting in strange airports feeling lost, not sure if I was in the right place, the right terminal, the right gate, as no one seemed to speak English…  clocks that seemed to go forward, backward—Finally, seventeen hours, one refueling and 2 planes later, I peered out a now familiar little window, and watched mysterious dark fingers of clouds bleed into the psychedelic orange sunrise. We were heading over a small piece of land that, seemingly, was floating at the very end of the earth. At long last, we were landing… on the most isolated inhabited island in the entire world… the mysterious, mystical Easter Island!