Glastafari Experience
I am slightly frozen after my maiden voyage through the Somerset countryside. Today we rode 17 miles which should have been a piece of cake! Nope. I almost died on the first hill. Luckily my riding partner was very patient as I edged my way over the summit 1 minute later than I had hoped. And I went to the wrong side of the road only once which was a blessing considering how fast the cars and trucks drive around here. I yelled to the confused driver that I was from Barcelona.
I have 3 days of riding and chilling before rehearsals start on wednesday afternoon in Oxford. Then it's off to Sweden, Denmark, and Norway for a CD Release Tour. I am fortunate to be accompanied by the guys until the 10th and then they sought off to pursue child rearing and other rock bands headed in opposite directions.