Cee and Fisterra Spain, end of our Camino

Well, we couldn't just quit the Camino cold turkey. We stayed the night in Santiago de Compostela, just enough time to collect our certificates and sample a bit of the big town. We though it might be better if we headed to Cee for a little R&R-meaning not getting up at 6 am and walking for 6 plus hours like we have been doing for the past month. 

Cee was clam, nice to walk around, and put our feet into the water. About a 10-minute walk along the water we enter the pueblo of Corcubión. It was just our good fortune to encounter their annual medieval festival-music, food, beverages, crafts, dancing and borrachos. Good family fun for all.

At some point it was suggested that we continue the Camino to Fisterra (lit. end of the world). We thought it would be a short couple hour walk from Cee to Fisterra. It wasn't. Three hours later we enter the town of Fisterra, but the place we needed to be was an addition 3 km to the lighthouse at Cabo Fisterra. We came this far so on we went up the hill. We took our obligatory photo at the 0 km marker. Then the reality set in that we had to find a way back to Cee. We found a nice lady with a station wagon, made her an offer she couldn't refuse, and off we went. That point was the real end of our Camino.  

Someone got a new hat!

Could smell from far away.

Party with me punker.

Jamon 4eva

The tide is out.

A view on the way to the end of the world.

K8 and Monica at the 0 KM marker

The end of the world has a long way down.

Bay at Cee

Rock collector

Our GPS took us the scenic route and we drove across a dam on our way to Cee.

Driving to Cee.

There's a couple of things going on.

Yes, they are playing The Trooper by Iron Maiden.

A view on the way to the end of the world.

Nice marker.

Finsterra off in the distance.

We've arrived.

Nerja Spain and Málaga Street Art. Andalusia part 2.

We finally encountered warmth and sunshine just in time for the holidays. After a cold and mostly cloudy stay in Granada, the Costa del Sol was calling our name. We camped out in a nondescript condo in Torrox Costa overlooking the Med. We caught the new Star War in Spanish in nearby Nerja-the Balcon de Europa. Nerja if a fine place to kill an afternoon. The overall Costa del Sol is loaded with European expats lucky enough to escape the biter cold, snow, and rain in their nearby respective countries. The good news about clusters of European expats is that they bring their cuisine with them. This makes drinking Belgium beer and eating Currywurst possible.

A couple of days later we made it to Málaga and stayed at an apartment in the lively Plaza de la Merced-where Pablo Picasso was born. As attractive as it lookes during the day, it isn't the ideal location if your goal is to sleep at night. The random singing, drunken arguments, and general cafe noise below dip well into the wee hours. Alas, we survived.  

Nerja is the "Blacon de Europa." A photo from the Balcon.

Plaza de la Merced on Christmas eve.

Plaza de la Merced Christmas day.

Who's happy to be on a donkey?

Getting all pretty for holiday shopping.

Early morning in Plaza de la Merced.

Most of the  remaining images on this post are of the street art behind our apartment in  Plaza de la Merced. There was quite of bit packed in within a 4 or so block radius. Maybe this was just the tip of the iceberg. Who knows.

Afternoon beach time.

Centre Pompidou Málaga