falling into the arms of TLASILA
Finally joined the tour here in Barcelona, much waiting in and around the Barcelona Airport. I lived there for 12 hours, managed to sample a bit of flimsy and overpriced spanish cuisine. When I'm 35 hours into a no sleep stint the world starts to fade away rather quickly. There is only so much 3 1&1/2 ounce cups of vending machine coffee can do for you, before you drop to the floor to pray for Tom and Balash to arrive. And they did eventually, I'm on the ground like a pauper with tunnel vision in a diabetic trance everyone starts to look like a noise artist on tour. I was just glad to see that Tom wasn't wearing a sports jacket with jeans.