On our last day in Finisterre we woke late to a light rain. We hadn’t meant to sleep in and we now felt a little rushed. Not that we needed to be. We had decided to take the 9:45 bus back to Santiago. As of October our first choice bus at 11:45 no longer ran. At that time there was only the indirect route which took over three hours to Santiago. Now that the rain seemed to be set in for the day we were happy to be leaving early. The bus was full when it left 10 minutes late and we were glad we had bought our tickets the day before.

On the bus and the bus drove down to the bay to turn around in the narrow streets. The bay was choppy and still snuggled in white.

After leaving Finisterre we saw several pilgrims covered in ponchos and huddled against the rain on the last of their journey into the village. The light rain that continued throughout our journey threw a white blanket over the landscape only allowing the immediate scenery to be visible. An hour and a half after leaving Finisterre we were back in Santiago. A little quicker than the four days we took to walk. In the light rain and with the help of a fellow pilgrim we walked the fifteen minutes to our albergue. It was set high above Santiago and even in the misty rain the view from our bedroom window was amazing.

By three o’clock we had settled in and organised our ongoing travel plans. We had decided on a quiet day and headed out to find a supermarket to buy supplies for a home cooked dinner. The rain had now stopped and the sun was shining as we walked around our new location.

In the park below a sculpture that could be interpreted in a variety of ways.

A bit further down the hill old city walls and buildings

Santiago de Compostela from our home, from our home on the hill for the next two days.