It's morning on the first day and the train has reached Galicia. In fact as I was brushing my teeth we passed through Guitirez, a small Galician town which I'm hoping to reach tomorrow night.  Peering out of the train window all I can see is mist shrouding the landscape, in fact it's hard to see much more than a couple of hundred yards.  They did tell me Galicia would remind me of Scotland.