The End of the World

With Sandy on the long anticipated beach in Finisterra, Spain

We found the Atlantic ocean today, right where it’s always been, and then spent our evening at the lighthouse in Fisterra, located at The End of The World, so called because it is the farthest western point in Spain.

So good night from The End of the World. It’s not that bad.

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Our first view of the Atlantic was shared with this lovely trio of friends who held hands as they walked through this passage.

Wow, bonus cemetery in Cee, the last little town before Finesterra.

Ran into a wonderful husband-wife team whom we had shared several meals with along the way.

After 550miles, we stopped and had an ice cream to savor the final moments before stepping onto the beach.

At last. Sandy takes off his shoes for our walk in the sand. We are in Fisterra, but not yet the end of the walk nor The End of The World, which hosts, among other things, a lighhouse.

There it is. The 0.00 marker on our way to the lighthouse. And, it is undefiled a by exuberant pilgrim sharpies.

The lighthouse.

I thought about getting this couple’s email so I could give them this photo. But then I thought, they’ll probably sell it. So I decided to post it on Facebook where it can get swiped and used for a greeting card.

They have alcohol at The End of the World.

Waiting for the sunset.

So is everyone else. This is the absolute, most western spot in Spain