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.
Once we reached the lighthouse, we saw a lot of people, many had come with organized transportation as the buses were parked nearby. We even had difficulty taking a picture with the the zero km. milestone because of the constant flow of people having the very same intention.
We took a round through the lighthouse, then found our spot on the cliffs and prepared for the sunset. 3 hours before it was due! Actually, the minute we noticed how high the sun was, we realized we’d been overzealous with coming on time.
It doesn’t really matter, though. The grandeur of the ocean was immense and overwhelming and the vastness and infinity ahead of us, sitting high on the cliffs, were astonishing. This splendid combination provided all the space for my thoughts to evolve. So peaceful.
As for the sunset – all words would be in vain to recreate it. Even photos seem to not been able to capture all the beauty. You have to see it with your eyes.