The last stage of our Camino – from Olveiroa to Finisterre is for me the most picturesque and inspiring part of the whole Camino. This statement, of course, is largely subjective, as I am deeply fond of the sea/ocean in every season and weather. Though, I am sure no one can remain untouched by nature’s beauty if he/she walks this particular part. It gives immense sense of freedom and I am greatly thankful that we chose to finish our Camino by walking all the way to Finisterre. The decision came quite naturally at the time, and, as it seemed, for a good reason.
To begin with, this was a looong day. 33 kilometres to Olveiroa. I do not think I had been as exhausted as I was that day when I was crawling towards the albergue.
The night was peaceful and the day started very quietly, something you can enjoy only in albergue rooms as slightly inhabited as ours. With only 8-9 people available and fresh air coming through the window all night, it was quite a refreshing experience. We had coffee con leches with some sort of croissants. I am not usually particularly hungry at that time of the day, but these sections of the Camino (from Santiago to Finisterre) are not only less crowded in terms of pilgrims, but the distances between villages can be substantial, especially if you are used to the French way, offering so many possibilities. So fewer villages, and, what’s more, many of them did not provide eating possibilities, supermercados, or anything like that. So, it’s a very very good idea that there is something nutritious in your backpack when walking the Camino Finisterre.
Continued from Part 1
There was some walking along the road (not my piece of cake for sure) but this time there was a sidewalk (on both sides!), so I didn’t mind. I was looking forward to the rapid climb I noticed on the map. It was so good not knowing what to expect the previous days. The pleasure of ignorance. Now, however, I was perfectly aware that it was 2 km at least and the thought was not really comforting.
We saw the guy on the horse again. He is taking it slowly, isn’t he? I would expect him to be twice as quick as we were, but instead he was moving roughly at our pace. The horse was not thrilled with the climb, either, I am almost sure of that.