El Fin

note 0.0 km - ignore my hairline

A dreary morning of clouds and mist greeted us as we left our little room in Casa Luz in Lires. Only 14km (we thought) to our final, final destination of Fisterra (a.k.a. Finisterre a.k.a. The End of the Earth). The hiking was pleasant enough and we had our standard breakfast of cafe con leche y tostada to fuel us until lunch. We went through a handful of villages and performed the ritual of talking to the little old lady wanting to give directions.

Fisterra, like Muxia, is a peninsula. Its tip is in the south while Muxia's is in the north. They both have harbors on the east side and people go to the point or the west to watch sunset. One of Fisterra's claims to fame is its lighthouse - unfortunately located an additional 3km from the center of town. So we girded our loins for an extra 6km of walking that we had not planned on (Janine's knee is on fumes). But it was a beautiful walk to the 138 meter above sea level point and we found a wonderful table in the shade for the second best meal on the Camino (fresh bread, perfect avocado, seasonal pear and nectarine, regional cheese, and local chocolate and wine).

On our way back from our Lighthouse excursion to catch our bus to Santiago we ran across two pilgrims that we had left behind about 10 stages ago - one had been injured and was hoping to convince her hiking partner to go a little slower. She evidently recovered quickly and arrived in Santiago two days after us.

I'll likely do a little reflection in another post as well as check in from Portugal and Paris but this is my last official blog of my 2017 Camino. I'm done.

post script. Janine was really hurting on the walk to hotel upon our return to Santiago. I'm thankful we are not in the wilderness doing a 33km day towards the sea. St Rete is looking out for us.