Finisterre: the end of the world

Arriving at the Finisterre lighthouse and the 0 Kilometer marker after following those kilometer markers for So! Many! Miles! was one of the most joyous moments of my life. Part of it was the sensory - the cries of the seagulls, the briny smell of the sea, the sunshine on the blue, blue sea. Some of it was knowing that I had followed in the footsteps of the millions(?) of people who have made this pilgrimage since before Christian times. Sharing the journey and this culmination with my dear friend was special. And of course, reaching the goal of years of planning and weeks of walking was as gratifying as I hoped it would be.

Angela and I took our pics and then had some refreshment at the hotel near the lighthouse. Then we walked back to town to shower, do laundry (again!), have dinner, and sleep the slumber of the righteous.

I’ll make a couple more posts about the final days of the trip.Read more