It does appear that a blog has gone amiss, so just so that it’s not lost forever, we moved on from Santiago to Finnistere, the end end of the Camino. Lots of pilgrims walk to Finisterre, and not making excuses, but we did complete it a little quicker, we were ever so slightly broken and so we opted to take the old fashioned bus, €38 return. The first bus leaves at 9am and takes 2 hours, subsequent busses take 3 hours.
The initial part of the journey is through the countryside but it’s not long before you are driving along the amazing coastline. So just to make sure I get some important information in. La Frontera, amazing vegetarian food, possibly the best veggie burger I have sampled in the world, quirky and friendly. Accommodation, Lopez, great beds, great location and good value, it is up a hill but hey, que sara!
So here we are in this beautiful fishing village and it was time to walk the final stretch, time to reach that shell signpost that said 0.0km. It was only a 6 or 8km round trip, a walk in the park after the trekking we have done. The sad part about it is that it is along the main road, so traffic becomes a hazard, but the breath taking views of the ocean and mountains of Galacia. There was a lot of most or haze resting along the coast, the sun was shining and the road was climbing.
Once we arrived, it was pretty special, for a little while I just sat on the rocks on the edge of the world surrounded by the vast ocean that lay all around the cape. There was a real sense of peace, even though there were quite a few people around it was pretty quiet, the ocean was calm but still there was the odd crash of water against the rocks down below. Quite a perfect finish to what at times has been a grueling journey, which has gone from being a walk to a liberating experience.
Just for some more information, the coastline at the lighthouse of Finisterre, has since 1920 been known as the Costa da Morte, the Coast of Death, because of its wild and dangerous coast. Costa de Morte is a strip of land to the northwest of Galacia, it has a diverse landscape with mountains, valleys and beaches. Apparently there are a number of megalithic sites, such as dolmens, Celtic forts and burial mounds which suggest that the land in this area has been inhabited since the Stone Age, it truly is a breathtaking place on which to stand and view the world.
Obviously there was fun to be had, we found a park along the way, with, funnily enough, swings screaming my name to come play, so of course I obliged, there was also some fitness gear which really required testing, so I obliged again, always willing to help. Our accommodation has been comfortable and food great, but alas it was our final night in Finisterre, today it is jump on the old fashioned bus back to Santiago, then we are UK bound, more specifically Scotland for a bit more culture.
This adventure and experience of just a snippet of the Camino, will remain forever and I reckon will be something that often prompts me to stop and consider what is important, stuff is stuff, life is to be lived, experiences are to be had – the good, the not so good and the challenging that makes you feel like throwing it all in – we each have something that is deep within that spurs us on in difficult moments, if we are prepared to seek it and embrace it we can get through the difficult times, if we fear it, I think we miss the point of life, because we will remain bound, living life at a surface level not knowing our true freedom or capacity.