Day 79 -Finisterre - October 2
I am done walking for this Camino. I got up and had breakfast downstairs. I met Daniel and we took off to Plaza Glacia to catch the number 5 City Bus to the bus station to catch the bus to Finisterre. We thought it was a forty five minute bus ride, but it was three hours. It was ok because the scenery was beautiful. And I found the place John and I stayed in the midst of a fire in 2006. I've lost most of the emails from that trip and for the last couple of years I've been trying to figure out where it is on maps. Now I know, it's on the coast on the way to Finisterre. It was just a hotel and bar and a few house in 2006. It is called San Francisco and is outside a little town named Louro, which is after Mouros and before Finsterre. I even spotted the location of the Great Banana Ordeal. lol that little part of the trip brought back a ton of memories.
When we got to Finisterre, Daniel went to the beach to do his thing and I walked out to the lighthouse at the end of the world. It was about a 3km walk and the weather was perfect weather for the moment. The wind was blowing it was cloudy with intermittent light rain. I walked past the lighthouse and down the slope where people had left thing or burned them. I didn't really want to leave anything or burn anything. I just want a moment to say "thank you" to God. So I sat down on a rock and listened to Leonard Cohen, "If It Be Your Will; Joan Baez, "God Is God; and Judy Collinns, "Amazing Grace." I cried, prayed, and said "thank you." It was the perfect ending to a wonderful adventure.
I walked back into town and ran into this guy, Milo, who I met having coffee somewhere on the Camino. While I was talking to Milo, we decided we should have our picture taken, so we ask a passerby if she would take our picture. About that time Daniel came by, so we went and had a bite and a café for me and chatted while we waited for our bus.
Daniel found some empty seats in the back of the bus and took a nap on the way back. He missed the scary stuff. At one stop we waited for a long time and a new bus driver came. The guy who had been driving the bus moved over to the jump seat by the door. They were both young guys, so they started to have their own party in the front of the bus talking loud and laughing, talking on cell phones, and the driver kept looking over at the other guy while they were talking. There's nothing wrong with any of this behavior unless your driving a large bus on narrow winding roads with other traffic shortly after the horrific train wreck that occurred while the engineer was talking on a cell phone, there was a bad bus crash that caused several deaths, I think in Valencia, Spain and Involving a cellphone. I'm sitting in the front seat watching this and getting a little panicky. I mostly don't worry about things, figuring when my time is up it will be up. But I don't want to sit and watch and wait for it to happen.
So I put on My iPod and some soothing music, but Even turned up full volume I can't hear it over their loud conversation. I'm thinking I could ask them to please stop what their doing and pay attention to their job, or I could get off the bus, put on some rock n roll. I took the last option. I still couldn't hear the music very well, so to river the tension, I started singing long, loudly. Now I need to explain, I can't sing. When I sing lullabies, children have ask me to stop or have nightmares. But I love to sing. I usually limit myself to places on the Camino when no one is around, the shower, and other places where I won't annoy anyone or embarrass myself. But this was a matter of life and death, or at least of possibly freaking out and ending up in the nut ward with tranquilizer darts in me. So I sang in my outside voice. Everyone was behind me so I didn't see their reaction, but the older man next to me looked startled and the older woman across the aisle looked like SHE was going to jump off the bus while it was moving. I don't know if I was singing that badly or if she thought I was off my nut and might be dangerous.
But I sang and stopped waiting for the accident to happen and I was happy as a clam. The two bus drivers seemed to think it was amusing and went right on endangering lives. Eventually Daniel woke up and realized we were at the stop where we should be getting off. We did and the bus moved on. I hope those two don't kill some one some day. Today was apparently not my day. Though I almost laughed myself to death writing this.
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