We got kind of a late start this morning and had to rush to the bus station by nine. From there we spent two and a half hours trying not to be ill on the bus to Finisterre (something about being on the top of a double decker bus on a winding road). The countryside was beautiful and we commented on how lovely it would have been to walk, and also how surprisingly natural it felt to be back in a car for the first time in almost six weeks.
We arrived in Finisterre a little worse for wear and found a place to eat. After lunch we took a hike out to the lighthouse. It wasn’t a long walk, but it was pretty hot and we were already a little crispy from lunch (E is convinced he burned his corneas). We laughed that after all the planning and being prepared on this trip, we managed to take our last hike without any sunscreen, water, or protective gear. We arrived at the lighthouse and found a quiet rock overlooking the ocean – the Atlantic – toward home. We talked a little, reflected a lot and then it was time to catch the bus back. The bus ride home was much better than the way there and we arrived in Santiago in time for dinner.
We had originally planned to eat at a traditional Galician restaurant, but it didn’t open until 8:30 and we were too tired and fried to wait, so we found a bar with a surly waitress and ordered off the menu. We had a watercress salad, melon con jamon and morcilla – kind of a Camino greatest hits minus the garlic bread soup. We splurged on ice cream for dessert and then made our way back to the hotel to pack up.
We tried to shoot a gear talk – it was a bit more than the phone could handle, so we will record and post when we get back to America. Be on the lookout!