Walking the Camino de Santiago was on my bucket list for a long time, ever since I first read about it and immediately got so drawn and inspired by the idea. However, it seemed like one of those things that, you know, “I’ll do one day when...” And than you maybe do it and maybe not.
BUT, strange and awesome situations and circumstances got together and it manifested faster than I could have ever imagined! I did my first Camino with my boyfriend this summer and I can firmly say that it was the most intense and amazing time of my life. I may write about it in other post(s) as there is so much to tell and there are many angles and aspects of the Camino I’d like to touch, so let me leave it aside for a moment and I'll get back to it another time...
This post was meant to be about the End of the World.
So, even though the official end of the Camino is the cathedral in Santiago de Compostela, many pilgrims decide to continue on walking (or talking a bus if u r short on time or simply a lazy bitch as us) to the Finisterrae, or how the local galego people call it - Fisterra.
I am so glad we went there, because it was SO WORTH IT.
Even though the town is small (should I be calling it a “town”??) and there’s not much to do and see, the energy it radiates is amazing. The place is full of pilgrims, travelers and adventurers eager to share their stories with whoever wants to listen. There’s also a great chill-down atmosphere as that is, let’s be honest, all you want to do after walking 300+ kilometers: chill, lay on the beautiful sandy beach, watch sunsets and sunrises and just let that sense of accomplishment on finishing the Camino overflow your whole being.
Finisterrae is Latin for “end of the world”. If you are somewhat ignorant or common knowledge deprived as I am (I might be exaggerating a bit, but my history and geography knowledge is far below basic) you may not know that before the discovery of America, Finisterrae was considered to be the westernmost place of the world (wrongly, tho) and therefore its end.
We know a little bit more about the world nowadays, but I have to admit that you can totally get that “end of the world” feeling while watching those strong waves crashing into the breath-taking rocky shore while chilly wind messes up with your hair and you are kind of cold and irritated, but at the same time amazed and filled with respect towards the Nature, Universe, Force....whatever you call it.
Man, I felt so small and fragile and so connected to everything around me at the same time. Guess you just have to experience it for yourself to get what I am talking about. Enjoy the pictures and I catch up with you soon ;)