Day 42 - Finisterre - DONE *****

The rains ended overnight, thankfully, and the final day of walking was done under mixed skies, with only the occasional shower.  And it was a pleasant, mostly over the high moors of Galicia with only a couple of tiny hamlets, and very few pilgrims.  At about 1pm I went over a slight hill and had my first glimpse of the Atlantic.  It was a wonderful feeling to know that I had walked from the south of France, over the Pyrenees, across northern Spain, and finally was close the ocean - the end of land and the end of my journey.  Down a steep incline and into the town of Cee (in the rain).  I stopped at the first cafe/bar only to find most of the folks with whom I had walked the day before.  Everyone was very happy to be nearing the end, and we lingered over several coffees, waiting in vain for the rain to cease.  I finally headed out, and promptly got lost - it was hellishly difficult to find the way out of Cee.  I was rescued by a fellow pilgrim who had lunch with me (she had spotted my bright yellow jacket) and showed me a waymarker she had just spotted.  It seemed to take forever to get to Finisterre, up and down many times and back and forth across the highway.  It was fun to walk along the shore of the ocean, but I was ready to be done, and it was another long day of 30+ km. At around 4:30 I found the Albergue do Mar, right on the Camino and at the edge of the beach, overlooking the ocean. Richard was waiting, and we watched the rain end and the most complete rainbow form over the ocean.  At this point I felt finally finished with my journey of 900 km.  We enjoyed a dinner of freshly caught fish and I heard about Richard's adventures going to Muxia on the other side of the peninsula.
The next morning we walked along the beach under sunny skies, I put one foot in the Atlantic and collected some shells.  Then it was off to the bus station.  There was time for a final cafe con leche and tarte Santiago.  The bus trip back to Santiago took 3 hours, in comparison to the 3 days it had taken me to walk from the same city. We stayed near the bus station, had a farewell ensalada mixte with tuna and a racione of cheese, then took the bus to the airport and by 10 pm were in Geneva, our Camino over. 
It will take several days and weeks of reflection to think about what this journey has meant to us.
We have hundreds of photos and hundreds of adventures and memories.  It is still difficult to comprehend that we do not have to get up every day and walk, no matter the conditions.
It was an incredible journey.  We were happy that we were both able to complete it in the way we wanted.  Now we need to rest, and for me the fatigue is not really physical, but mental and emotional.
We are looking forward to getting home, collecting Mandy, cleaning up after the renovation of our home and seeing all our family on the other side of the ocean.  We will have been gone for almost 2 months, and missed the entire fall season.  Time to prepare to step back into the "real" world.