One last look at the cross before I head back down to the village.


The hostel where I ended up staying after investigating a few albergues where there seemed just too many young, enthusiastic pilgrims for my liking. This was quiet and modest, but had a great view.


I had passed this restaurant on the way into the village, and was determined to treat myself to a nice fish meal at the "end of the world". I met a family also on their way towards the restaurant, and for one reason or another they began to converse with me. After learning that I was a priest and had just finished walking from Seville, they asked for my blessing. After I saw the prices for a meal in the restaurant I wished they'd given me a tip! However, there was a reasonable "menu of the day". A beautiful meal, but one I'd loved to have shared with the boys.


Three locals sitting outside the hostel where I stayed. I imagine they have observed many pilgrims come and go.


The view from outside the hostel I stayed at in Finesterre - nice, but overpriced!
However, I felt I could spoil myself on the last official night of the camino. Farewell camino, I'll return to Santiago tomorrow by bus.