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July 19: Santiago de Compostela to Finisterre to Santiago
Finally, the AtlanticJames’s choice for an appetizerMy choice, percebes, finally!We shared octopus. Yummy, the way the Spanish cook it.At our restaurant by the sea, enjoying cava (Spanish sparking wine)Our main course, seafood paellaDid we enjoy it? Let’s put it this way. Despite all we had already eaten, none was left.The absolute end of the Camino. I am at marker 0.0 kilometers, at Finisterre. It was a windy day, with my head scarf dancing on the breeze.The famous lighthouse at FinisterreI love this photo. We are at the end of our journey, but we have gained St. James at our back, to protect and watch over us.James does a pose of celebration. We’ve done it! We finished the pilgrimage.From the headland, we see a sailboat out at sea.A Galician piper plays for the visitors. Who knew that the pipes were so present in northern Spain?These don’t look like Scottish bagpipes, but the sound is similarAnother view of the Finisterre lighthouseAlways, always, pilgrims and visitor leave stones and other items near crosses, in remembrance.The turbulent Atlantic. Across these waters the body of St. James was returned to Spain for burial.The legend says that St. James was brought back to Spain in a stone boat. Maybe his own personal boat was a stone sarcophagus, loaded on a larger boat?I never climb out onto rocks like this person did. Too afraid of edges!This huge rock looks a bit like a head, with a mouth and a piggy nose, don’t you think?We saw rehearsals. Here is a performance on that stage in Santiago.Here is another view. We were standing along with the rest of the overflow audience.
Our last night on the pilgrimage, filled with lights and music
The Half-Fast Camino Walking* Club 