Muxia is a stunning little town with turquoise ocean, and booming waves, and giant rocks, and decrepit walls, and a spare-looking cathedral built right into it all:

It’s got a 0.00 marker to denote that it’s the end:

And it was the place that those of us who walked to the ocean (🇦🇷 🇮🇹 🇩🇪 🇩🇪 🇺🇸), and who had been walking together since Saint Jean, said goodbye:

But, alas, it was not the end! I had one more day of walking to do, to Finisterre/Fisterre (“the end of the earth”) and the traditional place for peregrinos to end their Camino.