At the end of the world"!

That sounds ominous! Yesterday we were at the "official" end of the (Spanish and known) world, today at the geographical point, if you ignore the fact that we drove past the westernmost point of Europe.

I deliberately make this small distinction because I was a little disappointed when Christian told me on the way to Finisterre that the westernmost point of Spain is a few kilometers to the north.

So we just did a different hike, which really was the end of the world! We are flexible, so today was a beautiful and at times very prickly hike through the gorse, compared to the hike the day before that was almost easy!

You can hike here not only on the Way of St. James, although that is probably what many people think. We are on one of the most dangerous shipping routes in the world, and it is not for nothing that the area is called Costa Morte, which also means that there are incredibly beautiful bays, cliffs and wonderful landscapes that we can enjoy to the fullest. Yesterday I stood by a rock formation and was surprised to find that I was grinning the whole time. That happens to me when I am dealing with historical things, with great landscapes and with an inner satisfaction that I have not felt very often, but at least I have felt it.

I should also become a "collector of moments", as Werner Schmidbauer describes in his song that has the same name.

Moments cannot be captured, you simply have to experience them! That is one of our goals, this conscious capture of feelings, moods and so many impressions that it is impossible to describe.

Christian is a good detective for restaurants and where to eat well, which is often not connected to the internet and reviews, but rather to looking at the people who have already been there. In the last few days we have really treated ourselves and went to a restaurant for lunch. The first was a little out of the way, looked rather closed, but served wonderful food, our first foray into Galician cuisine, which I now want to cook myself. The second restaurant was also not quite on the tourist trail, it was a stop where I then sampled the local specialties by eating percebes, or barnacles. These are small crabs, and they are laboriously picked from the rocks here with a stick and knife, so in culinary terms it is something that also requires respect for the fishermen. I probably won't eat it again, not because it was bad, no, but because I got so dirty that my sweater had to be washed. (That seems to be part of it!)

I gave a nice tip in the restaurant because the chef showed me so nicely how to eat the percebes, he looked after us nicely and was so surprised by the tip that he gave us a digestif and some tips for the area.

Today we were almost at the end of the world in a restaurant that is very popular with locals but that you can't find straight away. It was once again very, very good.

When it comes to cuisine, Galicia is certainly not only at the top of my list!