To Infinity ... and beyond!

Well, Finisterre (or Fisterra as they say in Galicia), The End of the World, actually. And by bus rather than walking. Ruth and I took the easy way yesterday and after three and a half hours from Santiago finally reached the town. Rain was torrential so we decided that the final 3km walk to the most westerly point to collect our shell was not on, and settled for a lunch of pulpo and navajas with a drop of red wine washed down with orujo to complete the job. Then another two and a half hours back to Santiago and shopping for souvenirs before a few montaditos in a nice bar and then settling down for the evening.