Another mass

Yesterday morning began with a guided tour of the old city of Santiago with a lovely Spanish woman named Maria. She was a great source of information we would never have found in guide books. Near the end of the tour she stopped and spoke in rapid Spanish to a man passing us on the street. She then turned to us and said he was a spy! A spy for what? He is one of the eight men who work the pulleys in the cathedral to swing the large butofumerio and he had just told her that it was going to swing again that day. We soon wrapped up the tour and we're off to get prime seats for the big event. As amazing as the sight was at the first mass this was even more thrilling! We were seated directly under its path and a few times I actually felt like I should duck.

After mass and more good byes we were off to Finisterre. During the Middle Ages pilgrims did not stop once they reached Santiago but walked in to Finnesterre. They thought they were at the end of the earth and once they got there they burned all their clothes. I am wondering if there was a good shop in town to buy new clothes for the return trip? 

Early in our trip planning Charlie said there was no way he was walking to Finnesterre and I am very grateful that one person in this marriage has some common sense since I seem to have none!

We left Santiago by taxi at 1:30 headed for what we both thought would be a relaxing stay near the ocean. I am not sure how it happened but we are now in a beautiful farm house in the country 8 miles from Finnesterre. Charlie just asked me if I wanted to walk five miles into Muxia. Could he be serious?