Pretty much all of our training has been along Linear Park and all the while we have been accompanied by the chatter, twitter, warble, squawk, screech, caroling, quacking, cawing and outright laughter of myriad birds; when we haven't felt much like walking it has always been the colours and chorus, the babies and the antics of the birds that have changed our 'drudgery' to joy. Sweet little reminders of God's amazing creation.

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Day 31: Fisterra

Our body clocks betray a wish to relax and sleep in, well that was my wish, so we were up early again. Another kind of joy was to catch a bus today; not a bad decision after we saw the mountainous landscape after we left Santiago. Many pilgrims continue on their journey for another three or four days to reach Fisterra. Catching the bus is also a popular idea it seems! Fisterra was thought to be the end of the world by the Romans, where the land joined the sea, in fact the most western point in Spain. The latter half of the two hour trip was winding around the coast through small towns till we arrived at the end. So nice to be beside the sea, so unlike anything we have seen as yet. These towns must be alive with tourists in the summer, clamouring for a seaside vacation. As I write Ken is in another sort of heaven watching the fish market and the bidding for the catch of the day. Fisterra is predominantly a town supported by the fishing industry; pilgrims and tourists would also add a healthy dash of economic windfall. We have watched the fishing boats come in for the day while walking up to the lighthouse. We felt guilty eating today without walking 20+ kms, so the 3km walk up to the lighthouse afforded us dinner!