Day 30: Santiago de Compostela
The Dutch girls were the first we met on track Cemented friends once we had smashed our wine, Another Dutch, she rarely saw our back We wished, with her, that we had spent more time. The Belgian couple, young and full of life Dismayed her troubled foot caused endless pain, And then there was the bargeman and his wife These Dutch had paused to chat between the rain. Another pearl, she was our final host [...]