For most pilgrims the Camino ends at Santiago, but about 10% continue on to Finisterra. Those that do, such as ourselves, are rewarded with a green undulating landscape, charming villages and less crowded walking. With the mist rising off the land this morning, walking though a village constructed largely of granite, I felt this may be the finest part of the Camino.
The pilgrimage to Finisterra antedates the Camino to Santiago by at least a millennium. It was a holy place for the Celts and the Romans thought it was the end of the world. Today, it is an extension of the Camino frequented by a higher proportion of young furry people.
I decided to stay on the Camino rather than the roads for the last two days because the tiny lanes and paths are so pretty. Many sections are rideable but for much of the climbing it was a hike with a bike and a suitcase. At one point a tree was down and it took the help of Gordon and another man to get all my gear over it. Who knew I would develop such arm and shoulder muscles on a bike trip.