While walking up Fontana, we had the idea of getting quotes for the penguins and whales from the travel agents as we passed - something which speeded the morning up no end...not

So we popped in and out, and compared prices and trips, walking up to the park and then back down Fontana again, into San Martin, showing Emma the San David building before being waylaid once more by a travel agent.

This time we seemed to have struck gold, with trips going on the days we wanted them to the places that we wanted to go. Turned out these were exactly the same trips being offered by everyone else, but they were being less awkward in selling them in the same order. Ah, well. Whatever.

Went off to the bank, got some cash out and paid for our excursions. Oooh. We�re going to see the whales, and the penguins, and the dolphins, and some ugly elephant seal things. Hooray!

After a short trip home we carried on the tour around the middle of town, ending up at a ridiculously packed Sugar.

After twenty minutes of sitting there without a menu, the waiter came over and said that if we wanted one of the specials, then we could have it in twenty minutes, if not, then it might be an hour.

We took the hint and wandered around the corner to Boutidega, where in slightly more relaxed conditions we had a pizza - even though I had to send mine back as they�d stuck some ham in the base. Grrr.

A quick check of the internet cafe was in order, as we checked out the football results, and went down to Karen�s to see if she was in. She wasn�t.

We then went back to the house where I sat there, preparing myself and desperately trying to learn my lines of Welsh poetry for the concert in the evening.

Didn�t seem to matter how I was doing it - it wasn�t coming together too well!

I left Emma behind with Granny while I went off to the concert to get ready, bumping into Federico from my English class on the way and then Alan Hughes when I got there, muttering my lines outside with him helping me.

The concert was excellent, with a huge range of different bits and pieces from instrumental bands playing a middle-eastern groove to soloists singing Welsh hymns and, of course, as it was a fundraiser for the folk dancing group, some Welsh folk dancing.

As one of the others hadn�t turned up, I went on a little earlier than expected, following on from some very impressive choirs. Gulp.

It all went well! Yay!

I thought that as I was reciting a Welsh poem, not many people would understand me too well so it was more about the performance than the poetry.

I began at the stage and walked to the back of the hall (there must have been around 120 people there) and then back again before finishing on the stage itself.

Lots of very confused people and loud applause. Which can�t be too bad.

After the concert finished, Emma went back home to bed, while I had a phone call from Gabi asking if I was going down to Karen�s house. I was, so I left Emma to sleep.

At Karen�s, I found myself watching Forrest Gump while the conversation unfolded around me, while we left at about 2:30ish to go to El Cuervo, way early.

When we got there, there were probably only ten others in the place, so we got some seats and sat around, nodding to the music and not saying much.

The place got as rammed as usual as the night went on and as we were so far from the door, the smoke started to get to my eyes, drying up my contact lenses.

I was starting to feel tired as well, after a long day and a lot of nervous energy being used up at the show, so I called it a night at just before 5, so that I could get a few hours sleep before chapel.

Nacho and Karen went back home as well, while Daniel and Gabi stayed out to party the night away!