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The End of the Earth

Those who arrive at the end of a journey are not those who began

T. S. Elliot

After a few days off in Santiago we continued our journey—the Finisterre—what the Romans considered to be the end of the earth. When we made this trip back in 2016 after our first Camino it was a three day walk. This time we opted to skip some of the early part and bused to walking distance from Cee, a town that had caught my interest the first time, but we had just passed through before. It turned out to be like many towns on every Camino—worth exploring when you often just passed through. Laurie’s Relive of that first day captures some of the great scenery, as well as a werewolf that has appeared since our last time on this trail.

Yesterday we had a pleasant walk from Cee to Finisterre, Fisterra in the local Galician language. The weather was sunny and pleasant, and the views spectacular. I waded in the Atlantic for the first time on this journey and walked into Fisterra via the beach. This town was significant to the Camino because pilgrims would traditionally complete their pilgrimage from Santiago by walking here to collect a scallop shell on the beach. The shell is a symbol of Saint James and the Camino. Bringing one home would show they had completed the pilgrimage. I understand this beach used to be littered with scallop shells to be collected by pilgrims, now it is difficult to find one because it is so scoured by people. I did find one rather flat, odd looking one on my beach trek. And another perfect one later—on my plate at lunch. Both will make the trek home.

We are staying at an Albergue that we stayed at our first time eight years ago. The son of the owner was a kid at the time and is now a young man. Laurie asked him about the cat that was here. The owner explained the resident feline passed away some years ago—“gordo” which is Spanish for fat, and happy.

When we came to Fisterra eight years ago the wind was blasting and the weather unpleasant. This time is was calm and clear as you can see from the pics and Lauries Relive video. The first landfall to the west is North America, somewhere close to the Massachusetts/New Hampshire border. To top off this excellent day, a local church dating to the 12th Century has a pilgrim mass every evening at 6:00 PM. The priest did an amazing job of incorporating the languages of about a half dozen different nationalities into a very moving service.

A day off here for mundane tasks such as laundry and a bit of souvenir shopping Then we have one last day of hiking to Muxia.

2 thoughts on “The End of the Earth”

  1. Hello Dear Cousin’s,
    Love your pictures and descriptions of your travels. So interesting! So wonderful that you can make this happen and take us all with you! Stay safe! God Bless, Janie

    1. It has been fun to share, and hopefully we inspire others to make their own journeys.

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