What a glorious day. This was my favorite day so far. Every morning, it seems to drizzle, but when we get started, the mist vanishes. This morning, there was a rainbow, a full half circle. The End of the Earth hike goes back a number of centuries. Men made this treks from all over Europe and there were no hotels with showers, or other accommodations. The botafumerio in the Cathedral de Santiago was because pilgrims smelled - like really bad. Think months without bathing, no deodorant, no change of clothes. People didn't have toothbrushes much less toothpaste. Many of the pilgrims would walk to Finisterre for the "clense". And when you get to the end, it is hard to believe it is not the end of the world - especially when it was believed that the earth was flat. Talk about some good changes since those times.
Looking back at Cee.
A mysterious door for Mary Popham. Number 33 sounds intriguing.
Another view of the bay.
We passed by this church with its ornate spires. Too bad it wasn't open, although I have learned over the years that if the outside is elaborate, the inside is usually very austere. I still like to go in and say my prayers.
They never seem to feature girl pilgrims, especially red-haired ones. Isn't she cute?
Dennis and I ate our picnic lunch overlooking this beautiful bay. I saw a young woman wade out up to her knees. She shreiked and ran back. So I am guessing the water was very cold.
We passed this house. This is one garage wall, but the whole house was covered in shells. The owner, a man of 70 plus years, tried to lure us in with a bottle of some kind of alcohol and glasses. We think he was just lonely but we quickly passed.
These manicured trails are fabulous.
I have long loved the Spanish tiles, especially the blue ones that are entire scenes. If I ever have a blue kitchen, I intend to put one of these behind my fancy stove. Did you know in years past that blue in a kitchen was verboten? Blue was not considered appetising. A Danish woman engineer designed an super efficient kitchen for the Germans and she painted it blue. She believed blue repeled flies.
What a grand place to own a sailboat.
Another one of these baskets. I am determined to find someone who can tell me about them. I keep telling Dennis that I will buy a ticket if he will carry it home. So far he is not enthusiastic.
We finally reached Finisterre, and this statue dominated the square.
It was about 3 more miles to the End of the Earth park. This is one of the most beautiful crosses that I have seen in any country. I have photos of it from my last trip here.
We are standing at mile marker 0. What a grand accomplishment. I think Dennis was pretty tired, but making it to the end always cheers people right up. We were at 15.9 miles when we reached "0". I told Dennis that we should walk to the other end of the Earth. Unfortunately, I don't think anyone has ever defined that.
For my friend JoAnn Hepperman. Not one but two Rotary tributes at the End of the Earth. Those Rotarians are everywhere!
The Finisterre Lighthouse.
Another symbol of hikers - the boot. This one was bronze.
The last cross perched right at the edge of the cliffs.
What is not to like about finishing a difficult hike and sharing a glass of wine. How many people can say that have toasted each other at the End of the Earth.
Nothing to report about dinner. We were hungry at 5:00 so we went looking for a pizza. People don't eat here until about 7:30 or 8:00. We ended up in a Kebab place. We got a salad which was pretty good and then a pizza that was meh. Does anyone buy those Amy's frozen (supposedly heathy) meals? The sauce tasted like the sauce on all of the Mexican entrees. The Indian man was so nice that I would never report that in a post with the name of the restaurant. So it was still a great experience.
Tomorrow we hike up the coast to Muxia, pronounced Mushia.
Hugs and kisses and goodnight.
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