Before I forget I just was to report what fabulous people I have met the last couple of days. In A Pena I shared my supper with pilgrims from Switzerland, France, Germany, New Zealand, Spain and the UK. And I met the most inspiring young man from the Czech Republic who was on his way back to Santiago.
Yesterday in Logoso I spent time chatting with people from Sweden, Uruguay, USA, Singapore, Spain, and France.
I’m not sure where else I could expect to meet and have so much in common with such a variety of people.
Today I set off around 07:00. It was warm enough not to need a coat and it was not raining, but it was very cloudy and a little misty.
The decision about which way I would walk to the coast had been made some time ago, so it was a left turn for me, and when I came to the spot when I knew I should be able to see the sea, it was almost invisible amid the mist.
The sun did come out for about two minutes, just long enough to snap a shadow shot. And then I entered the pretty seaside town of Cee where I stopped for my first bite to eat and drink of the day at 16 km. Just another 11 km to go to Finisterre, but after eating a rather stodgy cake the going was very heavy and I decided I had had enough. I would stop walking today and catch the bus to Muxia tomorrow.
When I reached the beautiful 2 km beach at the approach to Finisterre I kicked off my boots and walked along the shore, dipping my feet in the lapping waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
I stopped off for a beer at the far end of the beach and made my way into town. As I passed by an albergue I heard my name called, and turned to see Eli. What joy! I hadn’t seen her since León, some three weeks back. Camino magic in the making. I could have walked past when Eli wasn’t looking, or if I hadn’t stopped for the beer we would have missed each other, but it just so happened that at the very second I passed her albergue she was walking towards me. I was overjoyed to see her and I quickly went to book into my accommodation and returned to find some lunch with Eli. And then Dave joined us for a couple of drinks and we had a jolly couple of hours reminiscing about our times together and alone.
Then we bought supplies for a picnic with cava at the lighthouse and met at 20:00 to hike the extra 3 km up the hill, never thinking that we would see a sunset, as I had only seen the sun for a couple of minutes all day. And although there wasn’t a glorious show, the sky did clear for a while and give us a mini sunset that was good enough for us.
By the end of the day I had regained my flagging mojo and now I think I will walk on tomorrow after all.
I’m staying at Pension Lopez, 15 euros for a private room with shared bathroom. It’s nice to spread my things around and have some privacy for a change. But there is much accommodation in Finisterre, most private albergues charge 12 euros and are modern and spacious.
Distance 27.9 km
Accumulated uphill elevation 320 m
Accumulated downhill elevation 579 m
Total distance 954.1 km
Average per day 27.2 km