For many people, Muxia feels more spiritual than Finnistere. They are both small, sleepy fishing villages. Both have that same Galician charm. The fog sits along the coast often until noon and then the sun burns it off and blue skies prevail like today. Reminds me of some aspects of the Atlantic Seaboard – without the multi-million Rand apartments! It is the same cold Atlantic Ocean. The same ocean that brings fog to Cape Town.
The area is surrounded by big granite boulders. Once again a similar feel. But more Celtic. So there are aspects that remind me of home. And it is time to end this journey and head home, even although I am not home until end July.
The Camino journey is done.
Spent a lazy day wondering around the fishing harbour and the coastline which is quite spectacular. Ocean everywhere you look.