And so on Thursday our pilgrimage continued as we departed Cee for the final 18-20k to the lighthouse at Cape Finisterre. Once again the weather cooperated and we had dry conditions and mild temperatures the entire day. It was a lively day as the sea was almost always in sight and the views were terrific. We made no stops on our way to the Faro (lighthouse) and felt strong the entire way. I must admit that arrival here took on a different feeling than our arrival in Santiago. Somehow this camino seemed to send a message of closure that the French route lacked. It is hard to argue that your journey is done when there is nothing but ocean staring you in the face. Robin and I spent a quiet moment in reflection on all the kilometers traveled to get here and the fact that we were blessed with such good fortune along the way. We also acknowledged the struggles so many past pilgrims have endured to get to this very spot. It was a humbling experience to realize the company we now share as travelers on this road. Good fortune continued as we realized the restaurant right in front of the lighthouse was open. We ducked in for a bit of celebration before walking back to the albergue in town. Please take note that the food out at the Faro was excellent and I cannot think of a more beautiful venue for tapas and wine then that windswept promontory with the Atlantic surf crashing below, and the calls of the hovering gulls being carried to us on the wind. A great and truly memorable day.
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