I left Santiago and headed the 90k towards the coast, to Finisterre. The second morning after saying goodbye to friends in the town of Negreira, I set out alone a little before dawn... I walked up a never ending hill for the first hour or so and my reward for the climb was this... The shady wooded path opened to expose the fields and valley below. I stood, watching the clouds rolling through the valley and spilling onto the surrounding fields while feeling the freezing morning give way to the warmth of the day.