After getting over the idea of burying someone the day after their death (eeeurgh), I got into the car with Hawys and Elena and went to the cemetery with them.

It felt very strange, not only attending the ceremony of someone I didn�t know (I was technically helping Hawys with walking to and from the car), but also attending in jeans and t-shirt, like most of the others in fact.

The service was short and to the point, in Spanish, with the lady being buried alongside her husband.

After the ceremony, Hawys showed me where her family were buried, including her aunt, Eluned Morgan, a famous Welsh-Argentinian author.

I was then given a lift into Gaiman, where I met up with Esyllt at her house and had some mat� and lunch before running to get the bus to Dolavon for the lessons.

We sat there for nearly six hours, with me collecting questionnaires from the class members and helping, or trying to help, with the translations between Welsh and Spanish whenever there were problems.

When all that was over, we got back on the bus, with Esyllt getting off in Gaiman and me sitting on the windy route through the farms back to Trelew.

After getting off the bus in Trelew, I bumped into Carwyn, who had been collecting some more qaires for me (thanks Carwyn) and then went to Nort� to stock up my food supplies once more. They didn�t have any of the sweets I wanted, or so I thought until I saw a giant sized bag which will hopefully last me for, ooooh, days.

A quick check of my e-mails (first time in 2 days, maybe I�m not quite so hooked!) and then I wandered along to the cinema to see a film called La Aldea (The Village), which promised to be scary, but wasn�t, and whose twist seemed rather obvious within minutes of the start, which was disappointing. Ultimately watchable, but not satisfying.

Then off home to bed!