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.