The Europe leg of the trip is done. Thirteen countries in five weeks, if I’m counting correctly. I’m not even gonna bother trying to put into words how much fun I had. I know that outwardly it seems like I’m … Continue reading
Remo, who organized things in Madrid, has done a far better job than I’ll ever do of tracking this trip and compiling video off YouTube. There’s a lot more out there if you go poking around. There are almost as … Continue reading
Went to the train station in Brussels to get to Cologne in time for our 6pm dancing event. Still not sure what happened to my laptop that I left on the train from Paris the day before. The train with … Continue reading
I left my laptop on the train this morning. We were pulling into Brussels from Paris. The train continued on to Amsterdam. The computer was on the floor between my feet. I called the station in Amsterdam as soon as … Continue reading
The Paris affair was much more low-key than Madrid. Only a fifth of the turn-out – which isn’t necessarily a bad thing – but also a more subdued attitude. The Spaniards had something to prove to me, and they did. … Continue reading
Today was Spain. We got a massive crowd to turn out and dance, largely because of Remo, the guy on the left, and his CPI site. The man mobilized about half of Madrid. Melissa and I strolled into the Plaza … Continue reading
Morning flight from Dublin. Taxi to hotel. Sleep. Dance badly with 30 strangers. Lisbon is fairly contained and reasonable as a city. You can get your head around it. Also, very pretty. Some dancers took us out for Portuguese sweet … Continue reading
It doesn’t so much set, ya see, as much as it dips across the horizon for a few hours in the middle of the night. Here’s the big Leif Ericson statue in the center of Reykjavic… And here it is … Continue reading
It was supposed to be a break, but it wasn’t. For the last three weeks, I’ve been busier than any time in my life. I came home from Africa still coasting from the high of live television — and still … Continue reading
Woke up to my last day in Africa. South Africa. Where Nelson Mandela’s Yoda-like visage is literally sewn into the furniture. Melissa left two days ago. I was supposed to leave too, but had a change of plans when the … Continue reading
