Faro Finisterre was on top of our list when we left the albergue in Finisterre. People once believed this to be the end of the known world so I was so ready to be there! With no rucksacks on our backs and flip flops on our feet, the ocean right in front of us, I felt more like a holiday maker than a pilgrim, but I did welcome the feeling. We asked a few locals of the way to the lighthouse and quickly found the way out of Finisterre. As a matter of fact, I anticipated a short walk, but in reality it was almost 4 kilometres in only one direction, my rubber sandals were not the best choice, I have to admit that and so do my heels.
After lunch at Cee, at the moment where laziness had reached its highest peak for the day, we started to climb up intensely. Camino Finisterre was tough on us, but, hey, no pain, no gain – the efforts made it up for the golden kilometres that followed…:)