I then proceeded to get lost and wound up walking about 5 extra kms into Finisterre. Luckily I ran into people happy to help point me in the right direction and fill my water bottle.
Last night, Spain played Italy for the Eurocopa championship at 8:45 p.m. Now that´s problematic for anyone interested in walking up the 3.5 km to the lighthouse at the tip of the end of the world to see the sunset. Two Spaniards I met had done their homework, though, and suggested we walk up to the lighthouse, watch the game in the little bar inside the hotel right next door, and then duck out to see the sunset at 10:30. Yes, the sun sets in Spain at 10:30.
It was a great plan, but the sunset viewing was not to be. The previous night I had also been sitting up on a terrace, waiting patiently for a big red sunset, but all of a sudden clouds swooped in and that was that. But the two nights in a row without sunset were compensated by Spain´s 4-0 victory. Though I watched hundreds of soccer games as a mom, I never really learned the rules, but I got a nice tutorial as Spain sailed to an easy victory. The Italians never showed up to play, they all said. There were three Italian peregrinos in the room and everyone was very nice to them, buying them drinks all night to help kill their pain.
On the walk back to town after the game, it occurred to me that it was likely to be a noisy night. And I was right, nothing quieted down till after 4 am. At 7, it was up and out to catch this morning´s bus back to Santiago. And here I am, the Camino done and done again. I will spend tomorrow and Wednesday here in Santiago, just walking around feeling deflated I guess, then off to Madrid to spend Thursday there, and Friday home. My one consolation will be meeting up with my Primitivo family and maybe even Yolanda, a madrilena I walked with in 2011!
The prize at the end of all this travel is a week in Atlanta to be with Oliver while Katy heads back to work!
