Before i start, the picture accompanying this entry is NOT what it looks like, i'm just sick of putting other pictures in that don't really look like what i'm looking at.... After 3 hours of walking from Redecilla without coffee and finding a nice place with a fire and internet, I go to buy myself a top from the market in the Plaza major because everything else is wet. I am offered a delicious green olive from an old lady on the street who i have just asked about where to find an information centre. I go to the supermarket to buy instant coffee and a tube of leche (condensed milk) so never again will i have to walk caffeine free. I think this might be one of my lessons on the camino (there are lots of them!), to fore-plan. Just about to pay, and i see christina, the german girl i've bumped into a few times. She looks terrible. She's sick and she's had enough of walking with her dad who is about 40kms behind hanging out with a couple of Australian girls. We have coffee in a bar and her white blonde hair and crystal blue eyes draw attention from the local... well i would say tall dark and handsome, but that wouldn't be the truth. I'll just say dark. So blonde is a bit of a novelty here. Anyway, a 72 year old french man turns up who turns out to be a guy who christina had just been telling me was trying to pick her up. I teach her the english word for this, to be 'hit on'. She asks whether this is a negative or a positive and after a little bit of contemplation, i decide that it is mostly negative. Being 'hit on' usually has the conotations of unwanted, one sided attention. Then another one turns up. It's the blonde spaniard i had met two days before who i'd been hoping to avoid due to a bad vibe i got from him. I have given him a name... leche. Which in spanish translates to milk but in english is something more like 'avoid like the plague'. Being a native English speaker, the english is more appropriate here for me. Eat a warm egg, ham and cheese bocadillo (a 30cm baguette) and when i ask for a vaso de vino tinto, (which until now had just been a small glass of wine) and I'm presented with a tall glass FULL of red wine. It's about 3 times more than i could possible drink. Christina and I set off for VillaFranca, which turns out to be not too bad. Still snoring, but a good shower.