i'm currently in the europe, which means i don't have ready access to a computer, which means i missed last week, which means i apologize, which means here is my report.
day one: flying's fun. i depise the whole checking in stuff (who are these tsa people anyway) but the flight itself is quite enjoyable. however, you haven't really flown until you fly business class. beautiful, just beautiful.
day two: the madrid temple is really not half bad. now, if my body would just figure out what time it is so i can stay awake through the whole session.
day three: another day in the temple (i stayed awake this time) and then into the city. as to the city itself: not bad.
day four: i had a kebab today. it's been far too long. cream soda and kebabs, that's what heaven will be.
day five: yeterday was sunday. i tried to go to a catholic church (i missed my mormonite meetings). it was closed. right next door was a bar. it was open. go figure.
day six: we danced today. i'm the worst clogger ever. really. i'm the greg ostertag of the clogging world.
day seven: i hate changing time zones. hate it, hate it, hate it.
day eight: russian dancers = amazing.
day nine: our eating schedule for this here burgos folk festival:
day ten: two things i unlike about visiting foreign countries:
day eleven: our show tonite started at 12:00 a.m. (that's midnite for all you illiterates out there). can you believe that. madness. but the venue was packed, so who am i to complain.
day twelve: the wheels on the bus go round and round . . . and round . . . and round . . . and round . . .
and round . . .
and round . . .
and we'll pick up on day thirteen next week . . .