20 km. Cloudy but not rainy.
We joined the Camino, the apprentice and I (brought there by car by the hotel owner). Heavy traffic on the Camino. I did not see that many people since the Camino Frances. It is both directions, but still.
We manage to miss an arrow and we are lost again. It did not happen since ages ago, it is time to go home, I am losing my touch.
We arrive finally in Muxia. The legend says that the virgin Mary came on a stone boat to Muxia and encouraged Saint James to preached there. Part of her broken stone boat is found by the beach close to the chapel elevated on her name.
The place is stunning, I loved it, so beautiful. We were there in the afternoon and in the evening to see the sunset. It was a beautiful end to that pilgrimage.
Now it will be only to think about what I can ameliorate for next time. It will be a new Camino. Probably not in Spain. But Compostella will always be in my heart.