Yesterday we had followed the faded worn yellow arrows marked on the footpath that would lead us out of town in the morning. I am glad we did. This morning in the early morning light the arrows were impossible to see. Once we had passed yesterday’s journey point we were a little uncertain about our route. Then we came to the first way marker. It showed the distance and direction to both Finisterre and Muxia. We will only be going to Finisterre. Muxia, maybe another time.

I was now feeling a bit more confident that we would find our way. I had read that signs were scarce and that we had to be careful not to lose our way. Several signs later and I began to understand that the route to the end of the world was well marked.

As we walked away from the lights of Santiago this morning we walked into fog that lasted until midday. It was a light fog but it made the landscape seem surreal. By 8:20 we were still walking in half light. Occasionally we had street lighting to help us on our way.

We met up with an Irish friend that we had met along the way. It had been a couple of weeks since we had last seen her so it was special to meet her on the way to Finisterre. After a late breakfast together, once again we went our separate ways.

We walked past fog encased villages

along winding lanes

past more Horreos

Along many roads both large and small

along old stone walls

Over beautiful water ways

and the books said ‘this is a quiet route. You will be lucky to see another pilgrim. My version, stand still for a few minutes and you will see you are not alone. Some of the many that passed by. These British walkthewalk.org ladies belong to the breast cancer charity raising money through power walking challenges.

At Negreira we walked up the hill to a small hamlet mostly deserted

where Historic Dave felt a kinship with this 1954 cemetery.