The Beginning of the End

I have arrived at the End of the World. The beginning of it, at least. From here I’ll spend a day in Finisterre (Romans called this area “finis terrae” the end of the world) and then walk along the coast to Muxia, the end of my journey.

How does it feel? Unreal at times, it feels simultaneously like yesterday and a lifetime ago, that I walked the hot and dusty roads of the Meseta.

I still (after many Caminos) can’t wrap my head around having walked 1000 kilometers across a country to be here.

But here we are. The end of the world. Where the sun goes to die, where the stars guided me since the first night in Navarra.Read more