To Finisterre

We went to bed early yesterday, exhausted from our journey, with wind and rain continuing to pound against our hotel’s shutters as it had pounded on us all day.  We ached all over and dreaded the day to come.  We awoke preparing to battle nature once again.  We’d even had the line we’d use as we walked head first into a turbulent wind that kept us from advancing.  “Is that all you’ve got?” we’d cry like Lt. Dan in Forest Gump.  We put on all the layers of clothing we could and got on the road.  We’d been walking only a few feet when we heard some calling out to us from behind.  It was the Irishman Andrew and his new companion Chris. We gained new troops in our lonely battle, we ready for the next 20km.

The clouds that had been threatening us all morning, soon dissipated as though nature had never had any intention of engaging with us.  The sun warming our bodies as our new friends warmed out hearts.  Soon we were pealing off clothing, pausing for a brief time to have a nice lunch and marvel at the glorious landscape.  We emerged from the trail to a remarkable view of the ocean.  As we neared the end of the day’s journey, we realized that our legs were not cramped and our feet did not ache.  They felt as fresh and light as though they had not been used and abused for the last 10 days.  A miracle?

The sun is out.

The view from our lunch spot just off the road

A church along the Way.

A picture of Gus at a shrine.

The ocean is in sight!