I went into the cathedral which was MASSIVE. Well it's the first cathedral i've been into so it was a bit mind blowing. Sat around the Plaza, which is what the locals seem to do all the time, and watched the passing fashions. Knickerbockers with fishnet stockings or tiny sheer socks and high heels. But not on old ladies. Had dinner with a couple of spaniards (both biscuity), one who lives in Camden and reminded me a bit of Ryan. He wants to move to south America or Africa to escape Western ideology and materialism. He was reading a copy of the koran in Spanish (Él Coran). Don't think i'll even attempt to open the cover on that one. I walked past a house that was derelict and all barricaded up which turns out to be the home of a Spanish poet called Leopoldo Panero. Although derelict, the house was AWESOME and i couldn't pry myself away from it. I tried to get in through a gap in the gate but it looks like i haven't lost enough weight on the camino yet. Some spaniard told me that they are going to be restoring it but I want to go in now while it's still in it's original condition. For some reason, i am completely mesmerised by it. I've spent a bit of time looking him up on the net but i can't find anything in English about it. Will keep trying. EVERY bed in the Albergue squeaked when people moved so it made for a very disturbed sleep. The sugar embargo is officially over and i celebrated with a croissant for breakfast. After visiting the Romano museo and the Palacio Gaudi, I was in no mood for another museum, so i bought some chocolate and ate that instead. There was a market on and a van selling fresh Churros. Who am i to say no to fresh churros in spain??? Especially when it comes in a paper cone that the guy just made and is sprinkled with sugar. In the Romano Museo, there were headstones that dated back 1900 years and coins from BC. Pretty impressive. When i die, i want someone to engrave me a headstone that will last 2000 years. The Romans did a spot of pillaging around here (and everywhere else). There is lots of quartz on the roads. Massive pieces everywhere. And i think they dug for silver too. Bloody romans. Actually, I've been seeing lots of people who look too much like members of my family for it to be a coincidence. Ok, here's another interesting Spanish fact that i just can't fathom: They drop their s*** ALL over the floor. I walk into a bar at 2.30 today... siesta time. The bar man is sweeping the floors because everyone is at home sleeping, or whatever. The floor is COMPLETELY covered with rubbish. There are cigarette wrappers, serviettes, toothpicks, everything, all over the floor. The floor looks like a bag of rubbish fell open and a gust of wind blew it all through the cafe. And this is completely normal. I've seen it in every bar. It still shocks me. The pile of rubbish was 70cm in diameter and at the peak was 25cm high. I think i would yell if i was the cafe owner. I wish i had a camera so i could take a photo. Ps. There is a message board here in case anyone feels like writing a message.