No Spain

Forty-eight hours ago my adventure-freak brother was in Amsterdam. And now he's trying to reach me from Houston.

Houston?
What happened to my not-so-annual birthday celebration in the Pyrenees? Ugh!

Giselle is trying to comfort me with a song. She says it's about a beautiful woman who gets what she wants, but I have my doubts. It's in French. And she's had her fill of wine.

You ought to see her, swallowed by my Old Gringos, with her hair in her face and a drunkened smile, swaying back and forth, raising her wine glass for emphasis.

:)

I feel better already.