Just for the information of anyone reading this, i'm now going to do a Last night/This morning journal because i usually write in the journal in the afternoon and a lot usually happens between the time i finish writing and the time i go to bed. so.... Last night in Torres Del Rio, i stayed a place called La casa de Mari. Met a short Spaniard called Manuel and a Brazilian bear called Enrique. Neither Speak English so i spend the evening trying to communicate with them without a dictionary. It's quite draining but very funny. Then an Italian woman comes in and joins the conversation which makes things even harder. It starts to rain so i run outside to help Mari move the clothes in. She hands me my dry clothes including a G-string, at which time, i tell her that 'mi madre dice es come...' (my mother says it's like...) and then i try to gesture an eye patch. The joke goes straight over mari's head. But i find it quite amusing. Later, i try to describe to Manuel about the character called Manuel in Fawlty towers ('i know narthing') and again, the joke goes over the spaniard's head. Maybe my stupid Australian yumor is not well understood. Oh well, no point stopping now. Morning 7 April. Enrique snored all night. Woke at 7 while it was still dark and set off with Enrique and Manuel. Enrique calls manuel (in Brazilian Accent) 'Manuel Poppins' because he has an umbrella. They also met each other on the Camino. I spend the morning struggling with my spanish, but manage to understand a fair bit. Then i buy a dictionary in Logroño and spend the entire lunch time looking up important words that i have been thinking of for days. We did 30kms today and i am VERY sore. But an Ibuprofen or two will fix that. I have found some delicious chocolate with almonds in it. As good as Cadbury. I've been eating it like it's going out of fashion. I bumped into the Austrian with the New Zealand Accent who's been sleeping under trees and collects bits of sheeps wool. I found this out because yesterday, i showed him and the hungarian the collection of coloured tiles that i have been collecting over the last 100kms or so and he pulls out a bag of dags!! When we got to Navarette, the giant hungarian and his dad were sitting down resting and Chris pulls out a nice red piece of broken tile that he found and kept for me. I'm going to bring them home and make some kind of mosaic. They're only small but i think it will be a good memento of my trip. I'm a bit sunburnt today. It's quite cold at the moment but the sun gets very bright. I always wear sunscreen though mum, i promise!! Oh yeah, Poppa giuseppe is accompanying me in the form of his hanky....