And so, we arrive at the furancho [link in Gallego! here is a translated version], and Saturday in Galicia. We had been promised an amazing lunch, and this one did not disappoint. All of our friends from the night before were there, plus a few others. We did not grab a picture of the lechón (a young lamb) hanging near the wine fermenters the night before, but it was quite a sight and hinted at something big in store. I had previously asked to see the cooking process, and sure enough: at one point midway through the meal, I was ushered to a nearby bakery where the lamb
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