Finisterre (27er Mai)
John and me have to leave the albergue quite early. After the instructions of the irish albergue father we would not like to bother him any more, it looks he is doing his job quite serious. So we gonna make it to the Cap Finisterre, to the ancient end of the world. As we got closer and recognized the lighthouse, a van came towards us. It was Richard with his wife Barbera, he already arrived here yesterday and so they met. They wanted to buy some things for the ceremonial food tonight, but then we turned and went together to the cliff in the open ocean.
As we came closer to the beach, we start to recognize that this is the real real end of our trip, we cannot make it further, not even a step. For me it started a weird feeling of being forced to stop. There is definitely a harder border compared to the arriving in Compostela. But spirituelly this is more a beginning then an end, because for the most people the “new way” gonna start from this moment. They will come hme and apply the things they learned during the way, they gonna see things from a different angle. For few of them this gonna be breaking new changes in their live.
Later on we collect some wood for the fire tonight. We see a lot of fire places, but as we need some more place we find a good spot to set our bon fire. Then we started to burn the things we brought with us. I give 2 t-shirts to the flame which have had a special meaning for me. It feels like a snake which hives its own skin off. Thats the ceremony i was looking forward 7 weeks long, i just carried the shirts with me for this moment and with the help of the fire my brain starts to realize that the next days will be completely different then the last ones. I wil stop walking. After the fire died out we are looking to the horizont and follow the sun is going down slowly and is swallowed by the ocean, sentimitality is in the air – the farewell of us is close
