Since Patty's flight to Boston is early Tuesday, Fisterra and Muxia both two or three days walking and Sunday forecast for rain, it is decided to take a bus to Fisterra, stay one night and return to Santiago for two days ... a walk to the lighthouse at the end of the earth plenty at 3 km each way plus wandering enough after the exertions of the Camino ...
Supper last night at the Hospedario San Martin Pinario with perfect ambience and highly entertaining waiter pretending to chastise Patty for failing to finish her main course, giving two desserts to your blogger instead ... San Martin the location for last two nights in this perfect little drama, though not in usual Spartan monk's cell ...
10 a.m. bus full enough for slow journey with locals and pilgrims following the coast, stunning views opening up at every turn and finally joining the yellow arrows of the walking route ... pilgrims having taken the short cut across the mountain ... in town in time for lunch at hippy vegetarian restaurant (Fisterra having pagan hippy energy) ...
Hotel Miradoro Fin da Terra has wonderful sea views, though not in the twin bed room preferred
to double, more troubling to elevated frequencies of camino universe ... a visit to the Albergue Espiral finds Fatima and Michele from 18 months ago ... still radiating love ... gazing into her eyes to be drowned in ... she and Patty bonding in witchery, fortunate to be in post-burning times ... the heat of the moment suggesting a return after Tuesday ... walking over two or three days, maybe en route to Muxia, Coruna, Ferrol and the Camino Ingles ...
On to the zero km marker at the lighthouse, challenging the idea that Santiago is the end ... Patty smelling Catholic male domination there ... here in Fisterra she finds her energy, and a gift from Peter, from Krgystan ... a didgi bath ... a very powerful experience breaking down a little more residual British reserve ... an ongoing project ... back to town for a glass or two, a snack, a view of the harbour in the rain, though the day has been mostly fine ... onto Tearron Restaurant for food experience ... Antonio feigning affront at request for proper chips ... bringing crate of potatoes from kitchen as evidence ...
Tomorrow back to Santiago on bus sometime ... Fisterra having provided a magical day far from the old story ... the veil between worlds thin ...
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