When St James returned to Spain he put ashore in Muxia, the next peninsula north of Finisterre. His boat was turned to a rock and a lovely little shrine and then church was built on the spot. That's why the ultimate ultimate end of the camino is in Muxia.
Last Christmas Day, lightning struck the church and it burnt down. And then the rock that was St James' boat cracked in two and fell into the water. Or something like that.
Anyway, the walk from Finisterre from Muxia is absolutely gorgeous. Teresa's feet had had enough so I planned to walk alone, but instead met a new Australian on his 4th camino and ended up walking with him.
Muxia town looks like an outpost of Iceland (at least in my head), it's a modern fishing port and the speciality is dried congor eel (there are signs for the municipal eel drying racks!).
The end of the headland, and church, is still beautiful despite the Christmas Day wrath.
Despite a non-functioning phone (AGAIN!!) Teresa and I met up with no problem and are happily enjoying some food and drink before heading over to watch the sunset.
I am a little bit heartbroken that it's all over.