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.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Day 32: Muxia

Muxia is a small fishing village along the Costa da Morte, the Coast of Death. So named for the many shipwrecks along this dangerous coast line. Fisterra and Muxia are an epilogue to The Way of St James and although not long enough to get a Compostela still warrant a certificate of completion. This is a much smaller town than Fisterre, and a walk to the church above the rocks at the end is completion for us (so what if by bus!). Ken finds this to be the emotional, magical finish to our journey. We stay in a beautiful albergue which speaks welcome and peace with beautiful quotes by Spanish poets printed on the walls, historical facts displayed on walls and for us a room that is soul's rest. To explain the photo of the really big rock sculpture above the church, it is a memorial for a shipwreck in 2002 which was a huge environmental disaster for this coastline.