This is the 32nd of of 42 posts about the poems which carried me along the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage route in Aug-Sep 2016. On this, the 32nd day, I walked 32km from Villafranca to Alto de Poio.
The first time I read this poem through, I was squatting on the curb in a dusty car park which also serves as Villafranca's intercity bus station. I wasn't even sure that she was coming. But sure enough, when the Alsa bus arrived at 9am, she appeared.
