And Back

 

FINISTERRE AND BACK 

 We had thought we would originally walk to Finisterre,  otherwise known as the End of The Earth  if we finished the Frances in time. As we started walking it became very apparent that we were going to be pushing it to finish the Frances let alone do another week to walk to Finisterre so the bus it was.  

The vast Atlantic beyond the cape.

My leg was not allowing me to walk very far so Roz and Jarrod went without me. Roz described the walk as slightly treacherous because the path was on the edge of a sheer cliff with a guard rail between walkers and traffic. Of course there were other walkers too. So a little disconcerting for Roz.

Pilgrims statue at Cape Finisterre.

Finisterre or the Edge of the World, is the traditional end of the Camino. This Camino predates Christianity as pagans journeyed to the mythical Cape Fisterra. They believed the sun died there bringing the land of the living and the dead closer together. The Romans believed this was the western most tip of the vast Roman Empire and called it Finis Terrae.

This lighthouse at the Western most point of the Iberian Penninsula is considered one of the most powerful lighthouses in Europe. This is one of the most dangerous coasts called Costa da Monte or Coast of Death.

Because I wasn't able to walk I hung out at our apartment and did laundry. And took pictures.  This was a huge trumpet flower bush.

And a praying mantis.

We returned to this lovely place we had stayed in Lavacolla on our last day to Santiago. Pazo Xan Xorta is a manor house with its own chapel, horreo and cruceiro.

It was a lovely place to stay and the food was fabulous.

This was a large horreo.

In modern times what do you do with this space. Laundry of course.

Their own chapel was so small and humble.
This manor house advertised to the Camino Pilgrims so of course we had a statue and fountain.

Our humble salad for lunch.

Jarrod discovered croquettes and they became one of his favourites. Roz and I kind of liked them too. 

Jarrod left Santiago to fly home via Barcelona. We flew home via Paris. I don't have any photos of our trip home as,  frankly, we were so tired. We had a 7 hour layover in Calgary and managed to go out for dinner with Roz's son Devin. Now I had managed to meet the other mysterious son.

I do  have a picture of the last thing we ate in Paris. A warm, crispy fresh croissant. A great way to finish our trip.