Oct 7 - Lost at the end of the world

First look at the Atlantic Ocean.  Divers for Navaja.  Walk on beach, have a full breakfast at the restaurant.  Enjoying the perfect moment.  20 minutes after leaving here, I follow the guidebook's idea that I can walk along the beach, and I lose the arrows.  I walk up a road that dead ends, followed by a couple of overly-interested dogs, and end up on a cliff-side tree plantation. Think that I should turn back, but keep walking forward.  Think that if I die here, it will be years before anyone finds me, before the trees are harvested. The tire ruts are over grown.  Bush-whack my way back to the highway, and come out near the look-out point that meets up with the Camino.  Laugh my head off like a lunatic, so happy I am to be "found." Get lost once again returning from lighthouse (in Finisterre) because I wander off trying to find Ara Solis, which apparently doesn't exist anymore, but I wasn't paying enough attention. Guidebook and map describe a way back into town, but road suddenly ends, and I bushwhack (again) my way down an overgrown path and end up in a housing development.  I leave the rock I'm carrying at a path-side shrine, as a form of "thanks" for finding my way back to civilization.  I meet up with the Irish women and others who want to go watch the sunset, but having been lost enough today, I stay put until they return.  We go out to a fancy seafood dinner.  Dog that wants to be a peregrino, too. Meet T. Weird curtainless shower.