Chasing our ShadowsOctober 11, 2017 in Spain ⋅ 🌙 13 °C
We've come to the end of the world -- Finisterre.
In medieval times, the pilgrim would strip, jump into the Atlantic and burn his clothes on the beach. He would then find a clam shell, proof of the pilgrimage, and then walk home.
Coleen and I, no terra firma left to walk westward chasing our shadows, did nothing so dramatic. In a granite rock, we watched the sun set into the ocean while sipping red wine.
This signaled the official end to the Camino -- a symbolic time of death and rebirth when the sun rises tomorrow. And the two of us will rise and greet that sun with renewed purpose.Read more