We set off about 7am in the morning and made good time to our breakfast stop at about 9.30am. We dashed down our breakfast and headed off on the final 7km into Finisterre. At about 11am, as we came out of a mountain path and rounded the corner, the view before us was just stunning – a sweeping sun-kissed beach with gleaming white sand and at the far end, the town of Finisterre. Out beyond sinking into the blue blue sea, was the Lighthouse – our final destination.
We were visibly giddy with awe and excitement, so much so that a local out walking kindly took great care in taking a perfect photo of the three of us. We headed along, found our hotel, dumped our bags and continued on the final 4km. Nearly there.
It was a long slog up a hill to the Lighthouse but well worth it. As we reached the cape, we came across the 0.0km Camino road sign, having seen so many along the way – pretty special. We donned our team shirts and posed for a few photos in various spots before we settled down for a Picnic lunch (complete with a bottle of cava – it was a celebration after all :-)).
Being a West Coaster, I could not help but meditate at a lovely spot high on the cliffs, overlooking the crashing waves of the Atlantic. I also had a few intentions for friends so it was as good a place as any to see to those.
Congrats to my sister Grace for her 600km on the Camino, we missed her husband Joe who had to leave after about 400km, we missed him at Finisterre for sure.
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