Arrived in Fisterre nearly delirious with the immensity of the ocean, expecting to shave my body and jump into the ocean, symbolizing the end of my Camino. Instead, I found a beach where the souls of the dead are gathered, where bathing in the water means taking them with you. I walked up the hill to the lighthouse upon the farthest point of Spain at sunset, where the sun was hidden behind clouds so thick it was difficult to discern west from south without a compass. A witch looked into my eyes and told me I must go to Muxia to be reborn, and I must make my way there alone, in silence. Fisterra is where I will let my knees recover from the steep decent into the bay for three nights before making my way to the crescent moon bay where I will finally bathe in the waters of the ocean.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Arrived in Fisterre nearly delirious with the immensity of the ocean, expecting to shave my body and jump into the ocean, symbolizing the end of my Camino. Instead, I found a beach where the souls of the dead are gathered, where bathing in the water means taking them with you. I walked up the hill […] Continue reading