We were lost briefly but locals set us back on track. We were shocked that there was no coffee at the bus terminal and the Monbus travel company is not listed as one of the eight counters in the bus station. Purchasing the ticket gave you the bus number and the departure platform as this information is not posted and is only available the day of your trip when you purchase your ticket. We still had concerns as to whether there would be enough seats on the 3:00pm bus for our return to Santiago. We met a father and son (American) whom we had advised in Leon about the benefits of Keene sandals. Here he was wearing them with reports of being "blister free".
The trip to Finisterre was absolutely breathtaking. We followed the coastline and saw all the little towns and villages and fishing boats waiting for the tide to come in. It took two hours to get to the town of Finesterre where we looked for a local map and cafe con leche. We met and said our goodbyes to our friend Jack from Alberta (with the high tech boots) who was anxious to complete his Camino by sunning on the beach.
We headed out for our final push to the "end of the earth". We were proud of our time, far less than an hour. We were humbled by following a paraplegic man on a recumbent bicycle with trailer containing his wheelchair.
We took photos at position 0.00 and looked towards home, remembering the many who left from here and never made it home. We said goodbye to our Bulgarian friend and took photos with his camera too.
Our U.S.A. friend took one last photo of us together beside the last cross.
The true message of the Camino was in evidence all along "the Way".