I was writing my journal last night and was sunburnt and tired so went and got a hotel room. It was SOOO good. I was sick of the sight of people so it was awesome and then i walked into the bathroom and there was.... A BATH!! I think i was the happiest girl in spain. The next day after a night of sleep with no snorkellers, I got up and had a leisurely breakfast and then walked for 3 kms to the next town where i had another coffee and bought a roll from a spanish guy with very slicked hair. After he made the roll, he walked over to me with the roll in hand and i gestured that i wanted it wrapped. It made me wince a bit on the inside seeing him handle my roll. I think i'll need to work on how to say 'takeaway'. One of the things i love most about Spain is that ALL the bars have awesome coffee set ups. Even the skankiest of bars in the smallest of towns with less than 200 inhabitants will have a state of the art coffee machine and equipment. I haven't had a bad coffee yet in spain. On the subject of gourmet, Spain produces a delightful dark chocolate with roasted almonds called Valour. It takes the place of Cadbury in a country that is sadly missing out on the best chocolate in the world. i sat down on the camino today and wrote most of these notes with a forest in front of me. It's spring here but for some reason, the country side looks quite autumnesque except for the miles and miles of brand new, bright green fields of wheat which are yet to turn yellow and the odd tree in blossom. There are spectacular cloud formations all the way to the horizon but they look decidedly stormish so i'd better get a wriggle on. Sometimes when i stop, i can hear a bird cuckooing exactly like the clock. cuckoo, cuckoo. i like it. It'sounds funny. An old lady with big spanish hair shuffles along the side of the road in the opposite direction to me and she is holding a transistor radio in her hand which is right up near her shoulder. The radio is blaring some kind of classical music which sounds really distorted coming from the tiny speaker. It makes me laugh. Tonight i am staying at a monastery which is run by a cantankerous man. Bloody catholics! Just joking to any catholics who might be reading this. A German guy came in and the monastery guy said 'English? Spanish?' and the man say 'Alemagne'. And i say 'French? Italian?' And he says 'Alemagne'. So i ignore him and am entertained by the following impossible, one sided conversation that occurs between the two men before the catholic gets huffy and the German leaves. It's very funny. I'm glad i'm not an ignoramus who has learnt a bit of the language of the country I'm in. The germans are the absolute worst for this. 'NO. Alemagne'