A Picnic at The End of The Earth
The wake up came as promised, followed by a nice breakfast. The hosts wanted to take a bunch of photos, and the host with the son from Canada wanted a selfie with me.
The walking was just gorgeous today. The view of the ocean was essentially constant on my left side. It wasn’t long before I reached the option to finish the walk on the beach. I gladly took off my shoes and enjoyed the last 3km of walking along the nice sand. The water wasn’t even thaaaat cold.
I went to the grocery store to get picnic supplies for tonight. I’m going to go out to the lighthouse for dinner and sunset.
I went to ‘the world family’ – which turned out to be incredible food. Like, incredible. So fresh, so tasty.
Fem is at the same albergue, so we packed up our collective picnic and walked to the lighthouse together. It was a 3km walk to the ‘0.0km’ marker (the markers count down).
It was SO WINDY.
I loved it. It felt very familiar – cold wind, overcast, trying to make a picnic in the wind on the rocks of a cliff side. We were there for sunset, which had its moments. Sudden bursts of light/color through the thick layers and layers of clouds. We were some of the only people out there, though it is apparently usually crowded. We can probably thank the Gail force winds for that. We had so many good laughs trying to keep our food from blowing away, and laughing at the total fog shadow closing in on us. Not the typical ‘sunset at the end of the Earth’ moment I suppose, since it wasn’t so scenic or peaceful, but it was very memorable.
We hurried a little on the walk back, since we guessed there was rain coming. We got back to the albergue and the two hosts were making dinner. We were so full already but it was such a riot in the kitchen that we hung out and enjoyed it. They made pumpkin risoto. It turns out Andreas (one of the hosts) was a professional chef in a gourmet restaurant in Italy before he started walking the Camino, and just never left Finisterre. Needless to say it was amazing. So was the Apple chocolate breakfast cake we had for dessert… Which I guess is also for breakfast? Some things are definitely lost in translation when native Italian speaking, Spanish-living hosts are joking around in English (which is their third or 4th language, amazing).
I guess I’ll just have to see what happens in the morning.