It felt strange not to pack up and get walking right away. We were thankful we weren’t as it was pouring rain. Our guide for the day picked us up in his van and we headed off to Finisterre, what the ancient Romans once thought was the end of the world. Rueben was an excellent guide who taught us much about Spain along the way. With us was a woman from Florida and a Spanish couple with no English. It was fun trying to communicate. We thoroughly enjoyed the day trip in spite of the wet, foggy weather but found our feet hurt more from NOT walking then they did from the long walks. Sue and I asked for a toilet stop on the way home so Rueben found a bar in a village and we got an interesting surprise…a squat toilet. It’s been a while but we’d both done it before so we did our business, thanked the proprietor and left. Rueben asked if the toilets were nice (for future reference when tourists are in need) and we laughed. Sure, for a squattie it was great. Apparently they’re not common in Spain and he was quite horrified. Too funny.
A late lunch meant we weren’t hungry for dinner so we decided to explore a bit more of the old city, then back to the apartment. After a tea, some relaxation and internet time we went out to find a tapas bar and finally succeeded. It was through a cheese store and into a small, narrow room with napkin and toilet paper notes on the wall. Cute. We ordered a glass of wine each and she brought us a plate of tapas which was basically assorted meats and cheeses on bread.
A man we’d seen on the trail walked in so we greeted him and he sat beside me. . I enjoyed an interesting conversation with him as he spoke about how it keeps him young. He stared walking the camino at 65 and had done 25 of them since. He works in a Benedictine monastery albergue so gets to use the 5 or 6 languages he speaks and living simply keeps him humble. The tapas was his dinner so he obviously knows how to live very frugally. Tomorrow, he said, he’s going to a monastery to hear the nuns sing.