Thursday, June 27, 2013

Praise the Lord and pass the mustard! Or something like that. Today we finally got to visit the Christopher Columbus museum here in Portosanto, Poio, Pontevedra. Indeed, our clear impression was that the place had been opened exclusively for us. The evidence? The speed with which the hypertanned young lady with a disturbing escote closed up as we departed. Oh,and the fact there was no one else in it either when we arrived or when we left. Which wasn't a huge surprise.

The expedition began badly. Sort of. We'd decided to have a coffee in the museum next to the museum, only to find it closed. Which was ironic, as the door to museum was clearly open.

So, here we are - pix of the Columbus family home and the ugly modern 3-storey building attached to it. Complete with a lovely lift which is possibly the least used in the entire world:-

First of all, the one indisputable fact:- The Santa María was certainly built in a local shipyard and launched, I believe, as La Gallega.

Secondly, the alleged fact:-

There used to be a cruceiro - a stone crucifix, you'll recall, with the Virgin Mary on the backside - in front of the house, bearing the name of Juan Colón. Or John Columbus. As to its current whereabouts, no one knows. But it certainly did exist as someone photographed it in 1919. Here are the snaps and a modern stylised version:-

Needless to say, cruceiro is translated not as 'cross' but as 'cruise' in the Manglish version of the museum's handout. 

Next, the famous Galician writers and poets who've endorsed the claim that CC was from hereabouts:-

And the local place names which were reproduced in the New World:-

As for the house itself, here are a couple of pix of how it is now and some drawings of what it (may have) looked like:-

And here are some books and articles supportive of the belief that Portosanto deserves recognition of its claim to fame:-

Finally . . .  The least convincing showcase in the exhibition. High- lighted by the ghostly hand of Truth:-

Footnote: As we left, we saw the café next door was open. So, we took the chance to have our delayed coffee. In surprising silence, as the TV was off. Albeit not for long. Anyway, we were joined by the young lady with the tan and the chest. So we did what any full-blooded male would do and bought her a coffee. For which we got a nice big smile.

Normal service will be resumed tomorrow. 


Perry said...


Congratulations upon endeavouring to persevere in your remarkable quest to pass beyond the hallowed portals of Caribbean Chris's cabal.

The cynosure of neighbouring eyes; the intermammary groove.

With apologies to Milton,"L'Allegro" & all admirers (nay, supporters) of Décolletage. Equivalent slang could be trollies or happy hammocks‽

Vivir con miedo, es como vivir a medias! Otherwise, I couldn't possibly comment.



Ferrolano said...

Well Colin, by the “hand of truth”; you persevered, you went and you saw. And from you published perseverance, I can certainly believe that the museum was opened especially for you. The only thing missing from the report is a photograph of the hyper tanned young lady who was so quickly closing up as you left to run along to the local beach to complete her sun tan and display her wears, or not!

What is your next quest?

Colin said...

Yes, I realised later I'd slipped up. Possibly distracted. Latest venture - 5 hours in the hospital last later with my suitor/suitora/suitress. See tonight!

Anonymous said...

Hello Colin,

You took all those pictures of walls and maps and not of the tanned girl with the "escote" de puta madre? Now I know for sure you must be British.


SF Bay Area

Colin said...

Well . . . Tanned women with escotes are 2 a penny in Pontevedra. But I will make up for my error on my next visit. Or when she calls me as I told her I was a fashion photographer and left my card.

Perry said...


For your guise as a fashion photographer, I recommend

Look & lust: