After having walked for 30 days, we’re at the sea, and that, my friends, is amazing. Someone told me the other day they’ve never seen the ocean, and I jumped a little. I don’t know why it should be surprising, but having lived at the sea for so many years, I forget how privileged I am. At the same time I realized just how alien it was to be up high in the Spanish mesetas and mountains, in towns that are not ports.
Fisterra is at once both touristic and not. Like, you have so much property dedicated to tourism, so many people busy with that, yet it seems like the town also lives its own life and not minding us visitors all that much.
We are now done with the three days between SdC and Fisterra, which were busy but great, since we had super nice young people by our side pretty much all the way, which made the big stages fly by. Together with the hike to the Faro lighthouse we did around 40km today, actually. It will be very nice to finally sleep and hope the seagulls eventually shut up. Honestly, what do they have to fight about now?
