Day 17- Olveiroa to Finisterre – 34.5km
Well we made it.
After a mammoth day, we walked from the mountains to the sea, then to the end of the world. Now we are celebrating with a seafood feast beside fishing boats that probably brought this catch in today.
Going back thirty odd kilometres ago, we left the Casa Loncho this morning with a threatening sky. Knowing that we only had a few “ups” to go before descending to sea level, we put on the raingear for our last day and set out with bravado. By the time we reached the Great Divide, the decision point to go north to Muxia or west to Finisterre, the sky was more blue than black and the sun was beginning to cast our shadows. It was going to be another glorious finale to a Camino.
The walk down to Cee was steep but stunning. Michael met a fellow pilgrim with a similar pace, and poor Felix from Germany spent the next few hours enjoying the conversations of a madman. Chloe and I walked behind them continuing the conversation from yesterday and occasionally breaking for selfies.
We caught up to Michael in Cee (Felix had managed to flee), and we all had an energy packed lunch for the final assault, the last twelve kilometres to our accommodation in Fisterra. We are staying in the only blue building with fish on the walls- Hotel Langosteira (that’s how we described it to the faster paced Michael ). I thought we would never make it. The arrows led us down to the slate pathway beside the final beach, then when we returned to the road, there was our Hotel.
We quickly booked in, dropped off the bags, then returned to the arrows to finish the last few kilometres. One hundred metres later we were collecting our Fisterra Certificates at the Xunta Albergue then on our way down the winding 3.5km road to the lighthouse and marker zero. Hallelujah.
Starting way back in the Bay of Biscay last September when we hiked our first day out of Irun; to resuming the walk in beautiful Llanes on the Asturian coast seventeen days ago; finishing the Camino del Norte in Santiago then continuing these last three days to the Atlantic Ocean and Finisterre; it has certainly been a journey of resilience. The weather has either tortured us or stunned us with its brilliance. The people have all been polite and very tolerant of our language barriers. It has again been a challenging but rewarding Camino journey. Do I have another one in me???