Our final steps earn us a 3 hour wait and the compostela, a certificate of completion for the Camino, but we have to go farther so we can see the Atlantic and Finisterre where medieval pilgrims saw the end of the earth.
Drunk on cheese, scallops, desserts, and actual alcohol on the penultimate steps of our journey.
We start our final 100k through Galicia known for its rain and food, not so unlike home.
I really don’t want to say goodbye to our Camino by the coast but adventures take us forward towards the final 100km push.
Walking along the cliffs and the coast brings back our love of hiking, of meeting new friends, of traveling the way of St James.
We have a rocky start on our way to Bilbao and the day gets tougher still, but as we continue west our approach to a place I’ve been dreaming of gets us back on track as pilgrims traveling by the sea, adventuresome in spirit.
Heading north for some Basque beach time prompts a change in plans. Sometimes a step backwards in a step forwards.
We continue eating all that Spain has to offer, tire of cathedrals, and take in a little casual Iberian peninsula paleoarcheology.
The story of the hanged innocent means you get a chicken coop in a church. Miracles in action.
A fountain of wine and a fancy dinner of pinchos can really boost your mood when morale is down.