I am at a try hard beach in the north of spain. I have seen some REAL beautiful people. Stunning. But I feel sorry for the try hards that want to be like the BP?s but look totally pathetic. Looks like a good town to party if you are young and single though.

Bought a Seamus Heaney book when I was back in London. Read a poem about an Irish soldier who died on the 31/7 in WWI. After I had read it I realised that that was the current date! I thought it was pretty special anyway…. Sevilla rocks, love the old Moorish stuff and the cathedral is massive.

Have arrived in the first really big city since leaving the UK a month ago. Walking through the streets we see a poor man with a terrible facial disfigurment. Think ‘Elephant Man’ and make it a lot worse…. I was too freaked to even look at the poor fella, let alone go up to him and give him the cash he was begging for. It bummed us out. Later in the day we saw a tourist (who I guess was a doctor) talking to him to see if there was anything he could do to help. It was touching.

We get back to the van to find that it has been broken into and some of our stuff has been pinched, including all my CD’s. DOH!

Needless to say, we preferred Porto to Lisboa.

Went to the Port cellars on a tour or two. Really nice place with pretty good nightlife too (like most places in Spain and Portugal). The narrow streets and steep hills give the place real character.

Love this country! The spanish love to party. While I’m not too shook on bull-fighting, the San Fermin festival at Pamplona is pretty cool. Had a go running with the bulls, and watched a televised bull fight. It was gory as hell and I really felt sorry for the bull. While all the english speakers condemned the sport, someone pointed out to me that in UK/Aus/NZ/US we treat animals better than we treat our parents. The spanish are family oriented and don’t pack the olds off to a home when they become a hassle….