THE END

We are in Finistere, which literally means the end of the earth.  This was believed to be the final point of land and if you kept going you would fall off the edge.  There is a measurement on the monument of 0.0 km

The day has been quiet and peaceful.  We walked only 15 kilometers and started late.  Very pleasant.

I will start with the people.  We met a lovely young lady from Denmark, Signe, who has finished high school and is taking a year off before college to think about her future.   This seems to be common.  She thinks she is going to study psychology and, given the medical system there,that she will have work. She is very intelligent and speaks excellent English.  It is embarrassing how the US fails to teach foreign languages.

Our next encounter was with a gentleman (yes we do talk to men) who was carving manually in stone.  He declined to say where he is from, but he looked a bit like Santa Claus might.  He uses hand tools to carve in stone.

We made our way to the light house where we met a young lady from Holland who bicycled from her home to here.  Her parents flew to Finistere to meet her and celebrate her success.  Her mother plays tennis and took a nasty fall the day before the flight but still came.  

At the lighthouse we also met a lady from 

New Caladonia who was exploring herself as she was in the middle of a divorce and was suffering through her struggles.  It is amazing how open and friendly all the pilgrims are as they do their own caminos.

On the rocky slopes around the lighthouse one could see dozens of places where as is tradition pilgrems burn clothing and shoes they have worn during their camino. We didn't.

Bronze boot on the rock below.

Someone is burning their shoes.

I think we saw the Ten Commandments but could not be sure.

We left our prior residence up a narrow path surrounded by stone walls.

Looking back 

We of course had to stop for coffee.

As we approached Finistere we found a lovely park with exercise equipment.

The Camino signs are also changing as people are drawing faces on them.  Perhaps we are all getting silly as the end approaches.

We rested at the lighthouse before coming back to town.

Our pension, we have had enough of communal Albergues, is on the ocean and we are listening to the waves on the beach.

Paul also says hi while photo bombing.

A very relaxing day.

Guy