Breakfast at a lovely little terrace cafe on the waterfront was delightful. Coffee, toast and jam tastes delicious in the fresh air. After some discussion, we decided to bus to Muxia and the walk b ack some or al of the way. The bus left at 11 and was full of pilgrims returning to Santiago. We got off in Cee only to find out there was no bus to Muzia on Saturdays! No problem! The bus manager. Called us a cab and for 20 E we were off again. We arrived in Muzia and walked the waterfront. Nothing much to see. We then walked on through the town and towards the coast. This was the site of the single- hulled oil tanker crash in 2004, the worst in the history of Spain. There is a beautiful old church and a many signs of ancient civilizations- huge rock formstions, stone fences, crosses. There was 3.5 billion spent on the clean-up and there is little or no evidence of a massive oil spill. However, the fishing industry has yet to recover. It an incredible place of beauty and significance and well with the trip. We met our cabbie at 2 pm who the drove us half way back, with about 20 km to go to Finisterre. It sounded easy at the time but it was very hot and a lot of pavement walking. We took a " shortcut" off the Camino route and paid dearly for the road walking! By the time we got back it was after 6 pm, a very long day. Supper couln't come soon enough and we found a great pizza joint on the waterfront and had modern day food. This officially marks the end of the Camino and 2 weeks of walking about 300 km. There were some very hard times, due to heat and wear and tear, as well as some joyous times with friends, new and old. I miss John and wish he was here to share in this. A month is far too long to be apart, I have learned the hard way. It is also too long to spend with people who are not old friends or family. There are just too many small differences that grow to drive you crazy. All in all it has been a journey.
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