I am on my way to Barcelona.
Once again, thoughts of drinking. This time, Spanish wine.

But on the first leg of flights, I watched “Amy”, the documentary about Amy Winehouse. I related so much. Well, except for the amazing voice and famous thing. My voice is really crap. But the feelings of no structure and discipline as a kid and an absent father leading to a messed up life and relationship.

I am about to get on my next flight and looking up AA meetings in Barcelona.