Up early for the 8:00 a.m. bus to Finisterre, where pilgrims celebrate the end of their pilgrimage.
This was the third time I stepped on the same soil as pilgrims of long ago once stepped, but I didn’t burn my clothes. From last year’s journey to Finisterre:
“Yesterday, I spent a day and a night in Finisterre, The End of the World. This is the Costa da Morte, the wild and breathtaking Coast of Death that has claimed ships and the lives of sailors since maritime history was recorded and before, in legends and stories.
It is an age-old tradition for Pilgrims to go to Finisterre after arriving in Santiago de Compostela, the end of the land, where the sea begins.
In Pilgrim lore, we’ve heard that this is the final place many pilgrims walked to watch the sun disappear into the ocean, then burn their old clothes and toss out their boots. And begin anew. Some pilgrims walked to Muxia, instead, to carry out this ancient ritual.
Don’t try it, friends –it’s now illegal as one fire too many escaped pilgrims’ control. It’s no longer considered safe.”
To the End
We love the transportation options in Spain. We rode a bus for one euro each to The estación de autobus for the 9:00 a.m. departure, with three stops. Turned out, when we bought our tickets at the station, we found there was an 8:00 a.m. bus that was nonstop to Finisterre. But. . . the agent and I had a hard time communicating. This new time wasn’t on our schedule so we weren’t sure about this wonderful opportunity. He asked me if I want to go to Finisterre. Sí, I answered. He looked at me. Twice more. . . When I looked at my ticket down at the depot, it wasn’t to Finisterre, but to the stop kilometers before, the station at the town of CEE. Luckily I was allowed to board the Through Bus and we all arrived in Finisterre together. Sí, I didn’t go to Cee. I’m still working on improving my Spanish.
We arrived in the fishing village, ate breakfast at La Frontera, a favorite vegetarian restaurant, checked into our room, then set out for another walk. This time to The End of the World.
Marylee and I celebrated our Caminos at the zero maker in Finisterre.
Ultreia from the End of the World,