The Final Day
This walk has had a lot more sunrise moments than sunset moments. I decided that regardless of the weather, I was going to go see the sunrise from the top of the hill in Muxia. I bundled up, though it wasn’t actually that cold. It was, however, shockingly windy. I sat with my back to the wind, being pelted by rain, and I watched the light bring the ocean into view. It was perfect.
Walking back to the hostel I walked literally backwards because the wind was so strong and the rain hitting so hard, I needed to keep it at my back. I curled back into bed for a nap, and to warm up.
I got back up around noon and drank coffee and ate food all day. I read books, watched movies.
It is a rainy day!
Somewhat comically, these rooms are ‘fancy’ and in good whether I think they make sense. You enter the room via a terrace. However, that means that to get to the kitchen, you had to go outside. This meant I was dashing across the windy, rainy terrace every time I wanted to make another cup of coffee. Just since added humor to the day.
The rain decided to quit for the evening hours, during what would be sunset if the clouds were not so thick. I went for another walk around the point. It was time to finish this walk with a bit of punctuation. ‘A closing act’ if you will. I took the Shell that I picked out in St. Jean Pied de Port, and carried on pack all the way here, and I threw it into the ocean. This felt right.
