Leaving the Camino
I saw the sunrise over the ocean this morning and all the cloudiness of the thoughts on my mind from the night disappeared. Another new day and time to think while riding the bus. I really like Finisterre and I think it has been my favourite town so far and one of the reasons for that is that maybe I was myself for the first time. Everything went by so quickly and the distance I walked in one day was covered in twenty minutes. Looking back I saw the town of Finisterre and the mountain I had climbed. I was surprised at how big it looked because I didn´t really think about it at the time. It was one of many mountains I climbed and I had been excited about the view I would have from the top.

When I was back in Santiago I went back to the cathedral to attend an evening mass. Once again I found the mass hard to understand and mostly due to the thick accent the priest had when he spoke. I understood the main message of the homily was to be happy because of the presence of God. I haven´t seen any advent wreaths in Spain , but I thought about how this week the pink candle would be lit. Later that evening I was speaking to another pilgrim and he told me the mass had been in Gallega which I found quite funny because I am surprised I understood anything.

One of the pilgrim traditions I neglected on my previous visits to the Cathedral was to go to confession. Something that is not always an easy thing to do, but it was really a positive experience to talk with the priest about my pilgrimmage. Maybe that was why I was called back to the Cathedral.