Yesterday I arrived on foot to Finisterre, which literally means ‘the end of the earth’ in Spanish. Ancient pilgrims really believed that they were staring out to an empty ocean.
I walked alone for the 3 days leading up to arriving here, which was different but nice. Having this time alone time gave me the chance to really process this journey. I definitely realized that I had a much richer experience when sharing my days with great friends.
Our group reunited here in Finisterre and had the chance to walk to the lighthouse, catch up with pilgrims we hadn’t seen for days or weeks, and enjoy a seafood feast! There was a celebration on the beach where the Spanish were cooking over huge bonfires. We sat for a long time drinking wine and sharing memories. My friends are ‘retired pilgrims’ now, whereas I am getting up tomorrow to walk again! I’m making one last journey to Muxia before I meet RobO in Rome.
Leaving Santiago at sunrise.
First glimpse of the sea!
The remains of the feast!
TTSOL (To The Spirit of Life)
Congratulations! And yummy!
Good job DawnO!! And of course you would be the one to do the extra distance : )