The early risers once again created a home made breakfast feast for us. Sandy, not normally a part of the early crowd, set her alarm just to wake up early enough to help create this magic. We are getting spoiled. The other guests that passed through the kitchen were a bit envious. Some even hovered in hopes of an invitation, which we would normally extend, but there’s not enough food today and we seem to be getting hungrier and hungrier and eating more and more.
Elxe, a pilgrim from Austria, staying in the albergue, asked if she could film us getting our feet ready and putting on our boots. She’s making some kind of a movie about this. Hmm…
Another perfect day for a long walk. I love it when I see 0% precipitation.
Good bye to Cee, Albergue Moreira and our happy whistling host, Jose Manuel.
We walked through the small alleys and out through the ancient part of the town of Cee.
When you start walking at sea level, there’s no place to go but up. It’s a great way to get warmed up in the morning.
The teacher in Catherine come out almost every time we pass a sign or map. About that same time, the selfie-photographer in me comes out.
We passed by the cutest blue house that was all decked out in Camino de Santiago decorations. I tried to find more information about it on line, but didn’t have any luck. Maybe on my next Camino I’ll have to meet the owner, I’m sure we would be instant friends.
This guy saw us pass by and noticed that we were pilgrims. Not sure what gave it away – backpacks with shells hanging from them, worn out boots, Catherine’s shell earrings, hiking clothes drying from the packs or Sandy’s Camino themed buff. Surely it wasn’t the “pilgrim smell” everyone talks about, we’re a pretty clean bunch. Maybe not by home standards, but certainly in pilgrim standards.
Anyway, this guy explained (in super fast Spanish) that we missed our turn and guided us up a narrow alley that would connect with the Way. Thanks, random Spanish guy.
We were once again following the trusted yellow arrows. Each arrow is a comforting feeling.
This one called for another group shot. I tried to set up my phone with the ten second delayed shot, but it kept blowing over. Luckily a group of German ladies came by at just the right time. My 5 camino travel buddies have been beyond patient with me and my pictures.
This was the beginning of another descent back down to the ocean.
This one was with the 10 second delay feature. Not easy and not on the first attempt. But, eventually we got another great group shot of six.
We couldn’t pass up this opportunity to take our boots and socks off and sit at this seaside cafe for a moment.
As we got closer, there were more stands set up to catch the pilgrim clientele, some with set prices and some were unattended, just a sign asking for a donation.
Another completed Camino and another Compostela, certificate of completion. They have the office for the Compostelas in the Municipal Albergue in Finisterre.
We checked in to Albergue Cabo da Vila in Finisterre for 12€ each. And headed straight out for food.
Another delicious pilgrims meal.
All that was left.
Catherine and I decided to take a stroll though the town. Backpack free walks are always fun after a day of walking with packs on. We saw fishermen hand stringing their nets, a German lady that just opened a dessert restaurant in the heart of Finisterre (she gave us free samples) and a visit to the old church.
On our way back from our walk, we passed a market and decided a sunset pilgrim’s picnic at the western most point of Spain would be fun. We picked up boxed wine and picnic supplies and headed back to the albergue to get our friends.
With bags full of picnic supplies we headed to the end of the world. A short 3.5k walk each way. Luckily only one way was up hill. The other way was dark and after all the boxed wine was consumed. So both ways had their challenges.
Our last kilometer marker for this journey. 0,000 We have completed our pilgrimage that began in Porto, Portugal then Santiago de Compostela,Spain and now Finisterre, Spain. The end of the world. What a great feeling!
There is something special about sharing boxed Spanish wine on a rock at sunset with this wonderfully special collection pilgrim friends that would have never connected without the Camino.
The sun set, but we were still enjoying the moment and each other.
This picture says it all.
I am blessed in so many ways. First, I have a husband and kids at home that support this idea of long (really long) walks in foreign countries, I have a body strong enough to take me through every step (still no blisters), I actually like sleeping in bunk rooms and bunk beds, I have met so many wonderful, lifelong friends through pilgrimages and hiking, I get to know foreign countries at less than 3 miles an hour, and when I return home, I have wonderful friends, family and coworkers there that have been praying for me and holding things together in my absence.
I am in a great place and know I am blessed. I wish this feeling for everyone at some point in their life.