I got up around half-ten and went off to check my e-mails, then to the gym for another session of pretending to get fit. How ironic that two of the things that I was concerned I wouldnt be able to do (e-mail and go to the gym) are part of my daily routine!

After lunch, I went to the library on the corner of Fontana and San Martin to get a giant Spanish-English dictionary to find some of the more unusual words for my Eisteddfod translation. It�s hard to do a translation when you haven�t got a clue wh�t�s going on!

I spent about an hour there, trying to find and then make sense of some of the words that the dictionary was coming out with, and then putting them into the context of a philosophical piece of work. Not easy!

At 3:30, I left the library and went to the Tabernacle for the monthly Cylch Llenyddol (a literary meeting of the Welsh), only to find that it had been cancelled.

Alicia was there to explain that Esyllt was unwell, and that it had been postponed for a week, but said that she and Carwyn were going to Porth Madryn where he was teaching a lesson, and that I was welcome to come with them on the trip.

I sat in the back with Rhian, a girl from Bridgend who was passing through the area for a while on her travels round South America, and went to see the monuments around Porth Madryn and got to see a whale from some distance away shooting water up in the air.

We went to the lesson, where Rhian and I did a little interview for the class and then took part in a game (which my team lost). Following that, we left Carwyn and the class to their own devices and went for a wander around town in the early evening. Alicia and Rhian went for some cakes and coffee in a seafront cafe while I just froze on the beach, watching the tide come in with a bag of sweets!

We didn�t leave Madryn until nearly eight, which left me more than a little late for folk dancing when we got back to Trelew at quarter to nine (after burning more than a little rubber on the way!), but I popped my head round the door to say hello to people and watch them carry on with the dance which we�d started the week before. Then home, a short story from Borges, and bed.