“The details of my life are quite inconsequential…. Very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15-year-old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize; he would…
As a finale to our escapades with the bulls in Pamplona, our fearless group planned a quick trip to Amsterdam. Now, I know what most of you are thinking. Amsterdam? Isn’t that the original city of sin and debauchery? The modern day Sodom and Gomorrah? Well, yes. But is any…
“Just remember: Bulls run twice as fast as you do.”Neal Sharma We ended up being in Pamplona for the first three days of the Festival, which are also the craziest. I ran (or at least tried to) the first two days with varying success. And by “success” I mean I…
Effin’ A, Cotton, Effin’ A! ~ Pepper Brooks How many of you knew the Running of the Bulls was actually a very small part of a larger celebration in Pamplona called “The Festival of San Fermin”? Yeah, neither did I. No one really knows when the festival started, but it…
This is officially my fourth venture to Espania, and I must say it’s growing on me. I wouldn’t have put it on my “must see” list when I was growing up, it really is quite amazing. My first trip was in 2001 to see DG while he was playing a…
Embarrassingly enough, ever since I saw the James Bond flick “The World is Not Enough”, I’ve wanted to visit the Guggenheim museum in Bilbao. I remember thinking it was one of the most unique buildings I’d ever seen – twisted, flowing, glimmering metal in the shape of a flower… or…
Anywhere I roamWhere I lay my head is home…And the earth becomes my throneI adapt to the unknownUnder wandering stars I’ve grownBy myself but not aloneI ask no one…And my ties are severed cleanThe less I have, the more I gainOff the beaten path I reignRover, wandererNomad, vagabondCall me what…