Yanksgiving and the End of the Earth
Last week many of our American friends across this big ol’ world we on our minds. It was Yanksgiving day of course! We had celebrated Canadian Thanksgiving back in October with our supervisors since they were going to be travelling on Yanksgiving. Our 3 weeks "on our own" (our supervisors were in Minneapolis most of Novemberfor their daughter’s wedding) was quickly drawing to a close. To our delight, we got a st 
retch of 3 blue-sky days. Very rare in late November! The first 2 Gavin was working with "Vidas Restauradas" (Restored Lives: a general repair ministry that gives recovering addicts a fresh start, opportunity to learn skills, and a chance to show the community howJesus transformed them). So by day 3 we were sur prised by yet another blue sky day! We had to take advantage of it…we’d only have our supervisors little red European car for a few more days! Eden is on a really predictable schedule now so we packed up the car and hit the road!
The town we live in, Noia, is at the far end of an inlet off the Atlantic on the North Westernmost coast of Spain. On the left is the view to the West if you lean right out our livingroom window. The hills in the horizon continue north 90 minutes up the coast until you get to the North Westernmost corner of all of Europe. Quaint Spanish Towns, farms, and sandy beaches dot the coastline…truly a spectacular drive.
The absolute most North Westermost point of all of Europe is known as [i]Finisterre: [i]: "The End of the Earth". For centuries (millenia even?) this jutting peninsula was believed to be, quite literally, the End of the (Olde) World. The Atlantic covers the horizon as far as the eye can see. Before the discovery that the world was round, it was believed that if you sailed out past the sight of the shore, you’d eventually fall off the edge of the ‘flat’ world. Freaky.
After 2 hours of winding our way up the coast we finally came to it…Finisterre (End of the Earth). Cold ocean
air whipped our faces, the ocean spead out before us glittering gold and navy blue. We were standing on ancient ground, where countless pilgrims had gone before us. We’ll share more in a later post about the Pilgrimages (fascinating!!!)…but for now, we just wanted to tell all our American friends that we love you, miss you and were thinking of you as we enjoyed our first ever ocean side family picnic on your Turkey Day. And to all our Canadian family and friends, we waved to the Western horizon and sent our kisses all the way across the Atlantic to you. We strained to see the East coast of Canada, but it was a wee bit too far. 
Dos besos (two kisses),
Los Hills 
ps..Eden discovered the delight of squishing sand in your hands that day too