* Crossed the medieval bridge at Hospital de Órbigo
* Stopped to pet some cows - one with a serpentine tongue intent on grabbing us (or our equipment...it wasn´t fussy)
* Saw something take off almost vertically. It wasn´t a rocket, it was some sort of jet plane, but the take-off seemed VERY steep. COOL!!
* At dinner (homemade pasta salad on the top balcony of the albergue), discussion turns to the cheeky urge to fling the remaining pasta from the balcony on to the street and people below. I tell Hannah that one day I´ll organise a boy´s day for her, where we throw stuff off buildings and blow shit up. As a girl with three sisters, she was never exposed to the mischief that only boys can get up to. She semi-agrees to this, on the condition that we have a girl´s day - whispering secrets, putting in hair clips, wearning one piece jumpsuits and making houses out of piles of freshly cut grass. I semi-agree to this, provided that shortly after the girl´s day starts, we have another boy´s day where we run through and trash the girl´s day. That´s how boy´s days work.
