Not exactly what carrion de los condes looks like. Oh well. Anyway, i wrote in this journal but it seems to have gone missing. So here it is. Again. I went out to buy a hat and got one with a sheep and a wolf-in-sheeps-clothing. It's quite funny. I also bought a Roald Dahl book for 7 year olds which seems to be a bit advanced for me. I can't even translate the title. Bumped into the Pom whose bung leg is forcing him to stop the camino. He's going to Leon to busk (he juggles). Also bumped into the young Australian guy and two german guys. One is called Ben and he is hilarious. he has some kind of guilt complex about being German and killing millions of people. He said he met a jewish guy the other day and felt bad and told the guy he could kick him if he wanted. The monastery was extremely cold and i spent the night cussing catholics and the german in the bed near me who was snoring. One of my ear plugs had gone missing. ¨Bloody catholics, Bloody Germans¨. He turned out to be Italian. On the camino i met an old spaniard who got off his bike and walked with me for a bit. I think he was sizing me up to be his woman. I must remember to tell all old spanish men that i am married. If coffee is one of Spains strengths, one of its weaknesses are its old men. Leches! Now i'm sitting on a tiny bridge looking onto a little babbling river. I've seen a couple of these and up until now haven't written about them but i really like theme and since i don't have a camera, i'll have to describe them in writing. It's all about the plants. They look like reef plants that would be really tall, if the water was higher but it's quite shallow so they just go in the direction of the flow. they are very dense so you can't see the bottom most of the time but the creek bed is pebbly in the bits you can see through. The water is always crystal clear and it's flowing quite strongly and catches on the singular plants which ripples the water and it makes a bit of noise. Cuckoo birds in the forest, frogs croaking, small birds, a couple of passing pilgrims. The odd truck crosses the little bridge i'm on going excessively fast and it shakes the bridge and knocks me around a bit which is a bit entertaining. The old man comes by again and puts the stand on his bike down. He starts talking to me again and i say 'no entiendo (i no understand you meeester)' and smile politely whilst pointing in the opposite direction and edging myself away. I decided that next time i come across a leche, i will put my hat on, point at the sheep and say 'esta mi (this is me)' and point to the wolf-in-sheeps-clothing and say'esta tu'. Today is a mammoth walk. 18kms pretty much straight. It's getting tougher by the day. More little annoying pains pop up. And I STINK!!! It's foul. No matter what i do, i can't seem to get rid of the smell. Maybe it's in my nose but it is revolting. Dinner with some Funny French guys and a biker that stopped to walk with me, who, unbeknown to me, had less than innocent intentions. Another leche to add to the list.