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.
I want to watch that film…and in a way I don’t. She was wonderfully talented, and the whole thing is so damn tragic. SIGH.
Movie not for the faint hearted ;-( well, I cried my eyes out that is.
You still in BCN? How’s it going?
No I am back home. but thanks for checking in.
No worries, I was thinking of you because I was in France surrounded by free wine. However when I had to sit through a meal where 6 people ordered one bottle of wine to share, I knew I was better off with my sprite. Imagine the torture of sitting on one glass for 2 hrs…!
Yea it is a struggle. I am actually about to finally write about my time in BCN. But to cut to end of story, I slipped again. š¦