Airport Madrid, Tuesday AM



Im off to paris. A childhood friend is in Paris for a few days. He has been travelling for the last two years and has called his home Paris, Israel, new Zealand, and occasionally Italy. A writer, and producer, he is certainly an eccentric. Although that word gets crossed with LAZY. he doesnt have a dime to his name, but he has certainly figured something out.



Well, He and I will meet in Paris. We are fighting with who gets the part of Somerset Maugham, and Ernest Hemngway. We will drink Absinthe and water, all day, and discuss our adventures. I cant wait. My mother is reading the blog, so we will not be going to any Opium Dens.



I have never been to paris. I always avoided the trip, thinking that I would fall in love with it, and then it would be a distraction in my life. But now I'm better prepared to travel there with open arms.



My Last days in Sevilla:

Sevilla gave me life. To think that after all these years, i could go back, and feel as though I never left (I do have an attic filled with crap in Sevilla). The handshakes the hugs, the tap on the shoulder asking if I was Billy, and what happened to all of my hair! Of course i would remind them that they are still a waiter, and telling the same story about saving money to go to America 16 years later. :-) . My friends were fantastic. I slept a lot, had my fill of gazpacho, and went to the Private swimming pool club exclusive to the military. That was a trip. No one is allowed in, but the family I went with have special privledges. Their grandfather was a General. We can leave it at interesting, because as a General during Franco's Regime doesnt make y0u many friends these days. Home cooked meals, and then my last night I took my moto out for a ride. Went to all of my old haunts. How i rode home I will never know.