Yesterday evening, as the thermometer headed south, I found a cosy bar surprisingly empty. Jeff was outside calling home, and I ordered a beer. Within minutes, Bren, Ang, Helen and Mark and their friends and lots of other pilgrims had the bar rocking. The frightening talk was how freezing it would be this morning, and will we survive. Even I was thinking about an extra layer over my singlet. The evening was great and some of us went to a restaurant around the corner. I enjoyed lentil soup, roast rabbit and chips, rice pudd and wine. And a wonderful night sleep. This morning I left in my singlet and had my second layer close to the top of my pack in case. The sky was blue, the wind had dropped, and it was definitely minus degrees, fresh, but I left my thermal jumper where it was. We left the village quite early, as we had 30 ks. After about two, we stopped at the service station and  bought a baguette, a packet of ham, and a block of cheese for lunch. Six ks in it started to warm up and out of nowhere, a food truck. One kilometre further,another food truck. Obviously trying to cash in, as the first village was eighteen ks away. Then another kilometre, a set of demountables nicely set up as a cafe, even had artificial grass on the ground,but he wasn’t open. We caught up with Helen and Mark and left them behind as they didn’t have to walk that far. By the time we reached Calzadilla,we were on our second break and eighteen into today’s journey. We are now halfway. Saw Helen and Mark briefly and found Bren and Angelo in the bar, where else? As the path had been quite good, some next to the road, some through the meadows,we had made reasonable time. Unfortunately, the track turned nasty,and Jeff struggled with his back.I walked ahead and waited in the next village. He was half hour behind me in six kilometres. He decided to take a taxi for the last six, so I walked and agreed to meet him at our albergue. When I arrived he was not there. I checked in,and the inn keeper asked me to pay for me.I said that my friend would be along later and paid for two. Minutes later when I checked my phone, Bren and Ang had talked Jeff into staying with them. I went back and requested my money back. This arce hole refused. I argued without success and told him that if he resold Jeff’s bed and not pay me, things would get ugly. My worst camino moment ever.