Yesterday Isabel and I spent the day in Begonte, a lovely area in the province of Lugo where you can still find oak tree forests and sometimes, if you are lucky, sight the odd nuthatch. This is what Begonte looks like in mid-winter.
Of course, I took my TomTom GO 930 with us. After much toying and fiddling with the settings, we have settled down on a voice named “Marta”. Isabel likes “Ken”, an aussie guy that sounds serious enough as to drive you off a cliff if need be, but Marta is still our most usual trip companion. And metonymy has led us to personify the navigation device and call it “Marta” as well.
Marta has never failed since I bought it. Well, I should said it had never failed. It was doing great by finding its way through the labyrinthine paths of Begonte until we reached a 7-way crossing where two or there (I can’t remember) of the roads were unpaved. According to Marta, there should be three roads coming off that intersection. But there were seven. Oh well. No matter which of them we took, we always ended up in the “middle of nowhere” according to Marta. It even spun the map around like crazy a few times. Maybe we were just on top of some spatio-temporal anomaly; maybe we were going through a holdstockian crossing; maybe Marta was just sick of us and acting up. We had to switch the poor thing off and let Isabel take over. Truth is, as soon as we left that weird place, Marta started behaving again.
So much for technology. Some hidden corners of deep old Galicia seem impervious to its charms, though. Will this last long?