A beautiful morning walk took us to the lighthouse at Finisterre, where some pilgrims choose to end their pilgrimage three or four days past Santiago. It's generally a place of serious reflection, but today's mood was somber. The area was crawling with National Guard, police and news crews due to yesterday's incident involving a missing police officer swept into the sea while fishing, still unrecovered.
Returning to town we stopped often to admire the view.
Enjoyed another fish dinner along the harbour in time for the sunset, sitting with a Camino couple from Boston and had a good post pilgrimage debriefing.
C stopped into a bar tonight to ask for some ice for my foot. The woman behind the bar was very understanding. Just then a man came out of the kitchen and offered C a bow saw to cure the problem permanently. Humour is difficult to translate, but this time it was entirely effective.
This is our last day on the Camino. Tomorrow, posting from Mallorca, I'll start with reflections of this amazing experience.
Life's a Stitch 
Leave a comment