On a blue sky morning with high billowing clouds and the sun drifting thru the clouds, I am in love with the western Atlantic Spanish coastline. I took a tour offered by Galicia tourism for the full day starting at 9:00 am. It was dark when I left my room to walk to the location where I was to meet the bus. Being unfamiliar with the streets, it took as few tries before I located the correct street. There were a few other Camino walkers who were taking this same tour. Aussie Joy, Penny of the World, Joanne from Mississauga and a Canadian couple from Ottawa.
Our first stop was in Puente Mericera where there was a grist mill that operated beside a waterfall. Since it was early morning, the mist was rising off the water creating a mystical dreamy atmosphere. It was simply divine. The picture with the heron is a postcard photo.
From there we climbed along the coastal road where we could look down on the seaside villages and beaches. This part of the Spanish coastline is called the coast of death. As the water is rough and the coastline very rocky which as resulted in lives and ships being lost. Munos was the first village where we stopped.
Continuing on the winding road we stopped at a lookout point where because of the clear day, you could see Finisterre and the light house across the bay. The bus passed through Cee which is the administrative centre for the region. In the bay you could see the platforms where oyster, mussels and clam farming is done.
The longest stop was at Finisterre where the 0.00 km marking the end of the world as it was before Columbus discovered the new world in 1492. I could has stayed at the lighthouse much longer. As it was, I was the last person to board the bus being about 5 minutes late. Back in town, Aussie Joy, Penny of the World and I enjoyed a seafood feast of garlic shrimp, mussels, clams, baby squid and pimento peppers. It was fabulous but rushed as we only had an hour to eat.
The last stop of the tour was at Muxia where in 2002 an ocean tanker split in two and did a lot of damage to the coastline of Spain. There was a monument to this tragedy. There is also a rock believed to have healing properties if you stand under the rock. It was mesmerizing to watch the waves roll to shore and crash against the rocky shoreline. Again, the stop was far too short.