As much as I’d wanted to walk to Fisterra ( Finisterre), there was no way my knee was going to make it. After 799km, I can live with taking the bus.
I’d heard that Madison, Sarah & Gregory as well as Dawn & Nallie were going to be there.
On the way out, the bus broke down and we got the great opportunity to wait for an hour, not a Spanish hour which can be anything but, an actual hour for a replacement bus. It was a good opportunity to catch up with Thomas and the French brothers. Thomas is a lay minister and he performed a Baptism in a river a couple days ago. Not something you see every day here in Spain.
When I arrived in Fisterra (Galician name), I immediately got to walk 1.5 km to my hotel, it felt good, I’ve missed walking. Nice hotel but after a month of Albergues, any hotel is nice. I emailed everyone I thought was in town and found A&M at a Bar. Remember, a bar is not what we think of in the US.
They were here headed for the beach, I needed to eat so we agreed to meet on the beach. The bar, even correcting for Spanish time was slooooow. Almost 2 hours for a beer and nasty hamburgesa.
At the beach, we chatted, caught up and exchanged contact info. Planned to meet Dawn & Nallie for dinner and headed our own way. The beach was beautiful and I walked to my hotel enjoying the sun and surf.
Sunday in Spain is interesting, its quiet and seems shut down but the restaurants don’t open until 2100. We did find a place that was surprisingly good, except the wine but for 3€, what do you expect.
Nallie was talking to the kids, I was talking with Dawn and the time flew by. The kids went to the Farro (lighthouse) to watch the sunset, the 3 of us talked a bit longer. I genuinely like these people.
As we walked, I realized that I may never see them again and while I believe we have a genuine offer to visit SA, the reality is that it’s a long way away. I would love to do that and I hope we can one day. Our farewells were heartfelt and genuine,I had to wave goodbye and walk away.