What is there to do when you are walking through the streets, killing time and looking for a ship to arrive? Waiting. That is kind of obvious, yeah, but apart from that, the restless fool (or is it restless Fou 😉 who wants to light speed around the world must be brought to a relaxed state so…

Some days are called music days, because you basically make money while playing. Although I still haven’t figured out if I got the money because of my beautiful angel-like singing and my Paco De Luzia-like (no, I don’t like Flamenco Fingerfuckers), so more my plain Justin O’Sullivan-like guitarplaying or because of the story?(Which, I have to admit, contains some marketing potential and is very hooky! I invented the Slogan… yeah, good, uhh?)

What is there to do after a week of being spoiled by a fish-loving Jim Morrisson-looking Asturian scientist – reset!
So me all resetting to a previous point where

Today I was visited by Judith, who came down from Sevilla to spend a day with the ocean and the traveller!

Besides waking up at 1230, almost being the owner of a nice Roland amplifier, a splendid Marcos breakfast, a coffee invitation by David “I dig Led Zep” and his family, going to a nice beach and having the best midnight tapas so far, there was nothing mentionable 🙂

Well… the rest of the day, looked upon from a toilet perspective at 1 o’clock in the morning with a pretty big dent in the bell, seems rather surrealistic. I met Fou while working on a new song. I must have reminded him of his early days when he was traveling around, doing arts and so on…

After another comfortable night at Marcos’ place, I am drinking coffee at the coffee shop which basically fulfills most of my needs at the same time, being
primary needs:
.big toilet where I can wash myself

So what does one do one the general strike day – of course – as always moving anticyclic – working! Washing clothes (tnx, Marcos) –  pre-cooking rice (this rice lasts a couple of days, man) – working on new songs – meditating – drinking coffee – reading – you know, WORKING!

Fatalism is a philosophical doctrine emphasizing the subjugation of all events or actions to fate or inevitable predetermination.

Summary after two months travelling.
I AM FINE, WELL-FED, FULL OF LOVE IN MY HEART AND STILLER THAN EVER … AND VERY NOW!
Regarding the highs (San Fernando, Sevilla, Lagos, in the Van to Porto, Santiago, Ponferrada, La Virgen del Camino, Leon, Logroño, Montpellier, Nimes, Arles, Lion, Macon, Chalon, the boat ride, Orchamps, Restaurant du Moron, Koblenz, Schaffhausen, Kreuzlingen) and my down times hitting rock bottom (Lissabon, Saintes Maries de la Mer) the percentage is pretty obvious.