A few moments on the beach at Finisterre before heading home
I swam. I walked out into the water until I couldn't stand and swam, for about 20 minutes. It was very cold, but not unbearably so. The water was very clean and very refreshing. I was not the only person in the water, this young lady set the example for me:
Dave (Sevougian) took this photo of me suffering, I was yelling at him about it being cold:
Then this young lady passed by me (no, I don't usually part my hair that way, thank you for asking), perhaps wondering what an old fool was doing in her cool waters, trying to prove something to himself?
Finally, I actually swam, that is my head and my wake (going under water is a great way to hide one's body) (thanks for these pictures, Dave):
Compare the one soul (soon to be two souls, I do believe I also am one) in the water with all the people walking on the beach and you quickly realize that beach-walking is the late-afternoon Summer sport of the locals:
I hope the persons in the above photos are unrecognizable enough to meet copyright rules, I am not too worried about copyright, actually, but do worry about simply offending people.
So let's get away from the edge of the beach and look out over the bay where other towns (with other beaches) are visible:
A little way from the swimming beach was a tiny marina for the locals:
As is to be expected, the beach ends with some sand dunes with tall grass:
Here you can see that the beach practically adjoins the town:
Speaking of the town, this is the main street (one-way, here), it is a nice looking town, not too large, not too small, just right:
But we are here to see a beach, right? So, one more look at the beach:
Have you noticed the recurring figure with hat and blue shirt? No, that's not Waldo, this is not the game where you find him in every picture, that is my ride, Dave, a co-worker from Nevada. Dave was kind enough to give me some of his photos for this particular part of the website, where I have used them, I have made it clear he is the source.
Dave actually got in the water at the beach near Santa Cruz. It was cold enough to cure him of the desire for swimming in the Atlantic on the European side. It was a touch warmer here, where I swam. Let's not tell him.
OK, time to head east and north again and try to get home tomorrow. So here is a parting shot in this direction, with the town and the entire beach in view, from a roadside rest area on the only road away from Finisterre, to the east:
Dave's version of this view has more color and some unidentified blue wildlife in it:
Are you curious about the view from this same place in other directions? OK, I will satisfy that curious streak with the following shots taken first west, again, then southeast:
You detective types can tell these photos were really taken on the way to and not from Finisterre, right? Well, here is the proof, the final photos of the day showing the nice countryside we traversed for several hours with the sunset behind us to get back to La Coruņa:
All in all, a very pleasant countryside and a very pleasant trip. Galicia is a cool place to visit. I'll be back to see more of it.
An evening ride to see lighthouses, a beach and a castle at Santa Cruz, Spain.
A very old lighthouse on a Roman foundation
A visit to mile zero on the Camino: Cabo Finisterre, end of known world
An A Coruņa harbor cruise
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