Before leaving, I had left them some articles from Company to read, and told them that their homework was to do the quiz with a friend or partner and report back to the class about whether or not they were the perfect mate.

Fortunately, I didn�t have any divorces on my hands, and we had a good laugh about what their boyfriends/girlfriends had got wrong. "What moisturiser does she use?" "a white one". Fair enough, I spose.

After the class, I went home to try and get myself organised for everything before heading off to help, as requested, at the asado. Unfortunately, I couldn�t find the place, and after walking all the way down to the Eisteddfod venue at Club Racing, I walked all the way back to the offices at San David to ask where it was.

Apparently it was at the Sociedad Rural, around the corner from Club Racing (grrr....) so I hot-footed back down and did a little bit of helping out before coming to the conclusion that there were more than enough "waiters" and so I left them to it, sitting down next to Robert Owen Jones and Bruno Derrick.

We were joined midway through lunch by Cooper and Darcy, two students from Michigan, who thought that they would drop in on "Welsh-Fest 2004" while they were passing through.

The wine flowed as we sat there and chatted through lunch, eventually leaving after the second servings had come and gone, and weaving our way back through town to the Touring Club (while Robert went off in mid afternoon for a siesta).

We had a quick coffee there and then went our separate ways, with me off home to get ready for the start of the Eisteddfod.

I got there a little later than planned, missing the formalities, but getting to see the start of the competitions, and taking a whole heap of photos from the balcony.

Amongst the first few competitions were the verdicts on the Spanish-English translation, which I won (yay!) and the Welsh folk dancing competition in which I wasn�t taking part.

Gwanwyn were dancing the Cambo-Brython, which we had been working on for some time, a dance which was far more sophisticated and complicated than the competition, so it was no surprise when they won first prize.

After a few hours of competitions, hunger started to get the better of me, and with both Gareth and Alan Hughes suggesting going off to get food, we went off to Sugar for a bite to eat - with me having the now standard vegetable raviolis with tomato. Yummy.

It was creeping up towards midnight, and we were getting tired. Time to play pool then, obviously!

I lost all of my matches - not a good night on the table. And that was that. The first night of the Eisteddfod had come to an end. So we paid for the pool and went home for a well deserved kip.