Jog to Magdelena

Got to sleep at 7:30 am after a heavy night out. I don't like it - means a whole day in bed, a whole day wasted, and about 2 days of recovery until you feel normal again. That said, A good night out - but worth the cost? I'm yet to work that out out.

Watched Los Juegos Del Hambre, then went for a jog to the Palacio de Magdelena before Millie and Arms came over for dinner, film (Truman show in Spanish). The jog was an effort - primarily to leave the house, but my legs were in agony after a night of bad dancing - but it was lush to be out in the fresh air, just as the sun was going down. The sea was big - a few waves broke over a small island with a lighthouse on it just beyond the sailing school, which was impressive to see. The photo's from Bene's iPod that I borrowed, so not to good, but gives an impression.

Dinner was cooked mainly by Millie, I was in a heap on the sofa... but I made up by cooking crepes for pudding. Beurre-sucre and nutella, no lemons, unfortunately.

Early bed, see if I can get my body clock to like me again.