We were mucho sado to have to leave Mallorca, what a slice of heaven that place is! It´s just a small island in the Mediterranean that is covered with palm trees... unbelievable weather, just gorgeous! It was another great gig full of nuckleheads and people that knew the words to all of the songs (still can´t believe that! Hell! WE don´t even know all the words!).
After getting up early and catching a flight back to the España mainland Keith and I had our eyes on the prize back in Madrid. We knew where the grocery store was and we knew what kind of wine we wanted. "Tinto" from the Rioja region goes for about $4 over here and it is awesome! We got our bottles, stopped by the incredible vegetarian fast food joint (where an old man grabbed my balls..falafel balls, that is..a whole ´nother long story)and went back to the breakfast nook to dine. We laughed our asses off for the next 2 hours just talking, drinking and eating. We made plans to record his solo record and most of the talk centered around that. Dan and Roscoe both have been sick so we were giving them time to rest. Needless to say, one bottle apiece wasn´t enough and the second one was too much. Some things never change.
I finally got to talk to my wife and kids after a few Emails of mine never made it home. Ya hear that Google! You´re on notice!
Glad to hear my Heels righted their ship and against whom they did it!
Adios! Off to Valencia..