I am moving very slowly this morning. I slept till 7:15, ate breakfast, readied my pack, and now I’m waiting for my body to decide it’s ready to poop. I HATE pooping on the trail.
Yesterday, as the bus rolled down the highway, I could see out my window and also a reflection of the other side. It was interesting to see transparent, ghostlike images appear and disappear. One of them was a guy in a pink shirt, standing by his car, clearly taking a whiz by the highway. Apparently my inhibitions are not shared.
it’s noon and I’m still in Finisterre. I had to walk to the lighthouse and the zero kilometers marker. 
It is traditional to burn an item from your pilgrimage, although it is forbidden now. Clearly some people still do.
I’m regretting my expensive dinner. I should have grabbed a bocadillo and had a sunset picnic. Still, the views in the morning light are fabulous.
I’m hoping the one albergue between here and Muxia will have a room. I am not physically capable of walking another 30k at this point.
I didn’t leave Finisterre till almost 1. I kept asking directions and finally got on the road to Muxia. Other than having to use the nature toilet THREE TIMES, I traveled basically without incident. But walking in the heat is hard, even for a Texan. Here are some pictures.
There ate far fewer bars on the road to Muxia. I was desperate.
When I came into Lires it was about 6:00. I wasn’t sure I was there, but I met a Getman woman with a map. Together we found the albergue.
It was full. They only had two rooms left for 65 euros. The hospitalalero called another place, but they only had one room with a double bed. So we each paid 32.50. When we were ensconced in our room I said, “Oh, by the way, my name’s Jane.”
She laughed and introduced herself as Isabel. We agreed this was the Camino way. Isabel is also a teacher and an assistant principal. We talked shop and I got some great ideas from her.
This is the sunset from our room.
Travels and Adventures with Jane 