There was a stonemason in Santiago (not a famous one, not the kind they write plaques for) who spent forty years carving granite for the cathedral restorations. My grandfather knew him, or claimed to, which in Galicia amounts to the same thing. The man had a saying that I never understood until this year: “O rápido nom é o que mais corre, é o que sabe onde vai.” The fast one isn’t the one who runs fastest. It’s the one who knows where she’s going.