This is a traditional Camino ritual to go out to Finisterre and then to plunge nto the Atlantic-frequently done as a naked dash. To get to the beach we had to walk over the headland, a steep uphill and then down the other side to the beach.
Next stop Muxia. It was sunny but very windy. We parked in town and walked out to the church on the headland. I was quite upset when I saw the church. It was struck by lightening and then burnt om Christmas Day in 2012. They are working on stopping further damage but it doesn't look like much else is happening.
By now it was about 7 pm and we headed back to Santiago. It is so easy to lose track of the time when there is a siesta and everything comes alive at 6pm. We return the car to the station and congratulate Karen on a fine job driving us around. As we walk home through the old town it is 8:45 and the place is hopping.
Andy was looking for a path he took once before but it seemed to take us into the blackberries and I have had more than enough encounters with that plant so Peter, Karen and I preferred to use the more well trodden path. The view from the top was magnificent, a little reminiscent of Wilson's Prom Waterloo beach I thought. We made our way to the beach intending to do the naked dash but there were too many people on the beach and we chickened out. We changed into our swimsuits and then ran into the water. It looked so beautiful, turquoise and enticing but it was freezing, especially for a little Aussie. I stayed in until a wave washed over my shoulders and my legs began to ache with cold, then ran out squealing.
I dressed pretty quickly to warm up. We weren't the only ones who did the plunge and rushed out just as quickly. It was good to be out walking in the country even though we only did about 8 kms all together then headed into town for a hot lunch. I had delicious squid and salad and our favourite vegetable, Pimentos padrons ( small green peppers quickly fried),
Next stop Muxia. It was sunny but very windy. We parked in town and walked out to the church on the headland. I was quite upset when I saw the church. It was struck by lightening and then burnt om Christmas Day in 2012. They are working on stopping further damage but it doesn't look like much else is happening.
Last time I was there in the June of 2012 it was intact and rather lovely. That day was cold and misty. what a contrast. We also identified the huge rock that is supposed to be the sail on the boat in which the Virgin appeared to St James.
By now it was about 7 pm and we headed back to Santiago. It is so easy to lose track of the time when there is a siesta and everything comes alive at 6pm. We return the car to the station and congratulate Karen on a fine job driving us around. As we walk home through the old town it is 8:45 and the place is hopping.
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