Day 41: Cee - Finisterre

I reallt should stop mentioning ths rain, but today a man told me it rains more in Galicia London.

Again it was so nice spending time with AC and Inés. Inés is so sweet and so hilarious. All day I hear "James Malinoix" (after the malinoix dog that was behind our first meeting), and today also Inés started calling me Pere Noelle. After some confusion, turns out "Father Noelle" is France's Santa Claus, and my beard was long and with enough white hairs to get the nod.

Finisterre was really something. While Anne-Cécile talked about her memories of it being a warm, coastal paradise, my experience is of a brutally rough and rugged place. Really fitting for the end of the world.

This was an amazing place to reflect and think, if I have made it all the way here, I can do anything. Everyone seemed similarly affected, and I had an awesome chat with Colin who I hadn't seen for a few weeks. Turns out we're in almost identical situations. Such a nice guy.

To fit the occasional and to also enjoy the coastal Spanish food, we headed out to a restaurant for some octopus and prawns. Unbelievable as always.Read more