End of the world

On the drive to Finisterre we zoomed along a highway and then climbed some considerable heights on twisty secondary roads, where huge windmills stood in a line along the ridges. Then we began to see Camino signage again and people walking with backpacks. I felt both guilty and relieved to be sitting in a car. Apparently many pilgrims choose to see the ocean at the traditional end of the known world, and they will walk on for 4 days from Santiago.
In the town, we felt a close similarity to our old stomping ground of Gloucester MA, where many Portuguese fishermen emigrated. After a really good dinner of very fresh fish, and watching the sunset at the lighthouse, we headed beck to the airport hotel, ready to depart in the morning.Read more