Chilling

Today is the first time in the whole Camino that I spend two nights in the same place :)!  I decided to camp out in Finisterre for the day and say farewell to Alabama when her tour came thru.

I headed into town for a breakfast then into the waterfront area to scope out anything exciting...  I swear, they have hidden cameras on me ("Pedro accidentally shot off fireworks, but he though we were celebrating his entrance to town, we must do it again! ", " he looked the parade, get some more scheduled quickly! ", and "he liked the marathon in Burgos, three more times should do nicely!") Cause I think the conversation went something like this ("Shit!  He's in town, do something....  No fireworks handy...  All the bands are elsewhere, well get a road race scheduled... Yes yes yes, all the way to the lighthouse and back, no no no, tomorrow morning....  Yes, of they won't die in the race, make them run!").  At any rate, there it was, another road race and quite amusing to boot.  It went up and back down about as quick as the the weekly markets I always seen to hit as well.

So, I sauntered around town and decided to saunter up the hill to the lighthouse, following the race route with much amusement...  These poor people, hugging and puffing, panting and wheezing, probably should not have ran up and back down a hill.  I reached the summit to find it very pleasantly peaceful.

I had another first also while there, it was bound to happen sometime, might as well be Finisterre - Coin operated toilet paper dispensers!  Yep, €.20 for 1 meter of paper...  Guess they didn't count on this Peregrino coming prepared!  Destruction complete, I moved around the peninsula to see what I missed the night before.  Finding a comfy place to sit, I discovered a clearing in the clouds, due west...  HOME!  Honestly, I choked up for a second out two but then started thinking, add I looked out over there ocean - the ocean that reveals the roundness of the horizon and gives scale to the earth...  I was home.  In the future, should we master space travel, earth as a whole will be h
Pome...  Comforted with that thought I settled into a long comfortable quiet time where I just pondered and thought and came up with : my WHOO-HOOO's should get to Portland Maine in ~236 minutes from the time I yell in Finisterre!

An hour later. I started to hear the chatter of people..  THE BUSES WERE ARRIVING!  I located myself in a nice high spot where I could spot Alabama when she arrived...  You know, when someone on a high spot spots out "ALABAMA!!!" REALLY REALLY LOUD everyone stops!  They soon realized it was a reunion of friends and someone actually took a picture they were that moved.

When it came time for them to depart on the bus we discovered they had another two hours in town for lunch!

I was 1km into a 2.2km descent, everyone jumping out of my way, before the bus overtook me. As a marter of fact, I made it to their restaurant just after they ordered...  Seafood, I didn't partake!

What a great time we had just chatting, like Camino brother and sister.  She even got to such her feet into the Atlantic as part of one of the many traditions.

I wasn't walking trails but my Camino was really back on!  When I went for supper I even bumped into some English and Canadian friends.  Dinner took 3 hours, buy we had fun!

Tomorrow, I leave my mark on Muxia, the shout of shouts and WHOO-HOOO of
WHOO-HOOO's will be belted out, listen back at home for it :)!

PHOTO DUMP :
(Think I fixed the photo link)
https://goo.gl/photos/VHogb88Qj7FtD39G7

Tonight's signoff is a little different!

Ultreia!
Kevin