It got cooler in the night and I was beseiged by bad dreams... Mainly about family members dying in hoŕrible ways. It might be an effect if the altitude, whch I'm told can do this to people. I gad a lovely evening talking with spaniards and takung photos of the local wildlife. Supper was amazing. Four courses1. Asparuggus soup 2 Pasta 3 sausages and bean and pepper salad 4. Chicolate mousses with nuts on. Just the fuel needed for a long and windy descent to Pitres. I am writing this in my dormitory which I am sharing with a father and son team from Madrid. They are also findung the lical accent hard to understand whuch is a relief to me! They just speak so fast here. And now off to photograph that sunrise for my father. He also needs to know that the local cerbeza is nothing like our lager. And the local red wine - the rioja - is absolutely divine.
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