snow and stomachs

Today we woke up to snow.

My so called water proof bag soaked through so all my clothes are wet. We went to a bar (in Spain everything that happens happens in bars: you eat breakfast lunch and dinner there and there is constantly old men drinking alcohol any time of the day) and I ordered tapas. I pointed at some potato salad and when it arrived it wasn't actually potatoes but chopped up pieces of some animals stomach. I tell you, that was more than I can stomach...

Joe and I and the Italian German who's name I daren't try to spell right now have now arrived in Burgos.