This afternoon I arrived by bus in Finisterra, the farthest west point in Europe (aside from Ireland or Iceland, I suppose). This is the end of the Camino de Santiago. It is the end of my Camino from Valencia. It is the end of my walking of the last nine years. I´ll still walk short walks now and then, but the long walks are done. I have to walk a couple beaches and collect shells and I have to do a ceremony to make an end to the walking. Beside that, I´ll walk around and sit and rest and avoid the rain and have some coffee con leche. Ah! I do not have to avoid the rain tonight, the sun is out for a change–well, it was a minute ago. It is under a cloud again.
And Brother Marty arrived in France an hour or so. He is going to walk the Camino from St. Jean Pied de Port starting Friday. I’ll have coffee with him in ten days or so. Check out his progress at camino.doerofthings.com.