Thursday 3rd of July, 2003
asking a Spaniard not to smoke is like asking a Brit not to moan

Short practise - my hands are completely disobedient, but the guitar has a lovely rich tone. Kitchen team meeting short nap -I announce to Ignacio that I intend to sweep the floor after breakfast tommorrow, and he tells me, quite rightly, that tomorrow is the Devil’s lie. Lunch preparation. - I have to chop the vegetables and then chop them smaller when it transpires that perhaps I’ve been a bit too generous. It’s a salad, and so not too labour intensive. I transfer the first few photographs I’ve taken with my new camera across to iBook. This is totally painless. Is technology becoming nicer or is it just that my karma is good at the moment Finish lunch preparation and eat lunch, then wash up and sweep and mop the floors - it’s quite a gig. I feel a lot of energy after we’ve finished, which I disperse by doing a bit of practise. During Lunch, Hernan announces the possibility of going to see King Crimson playing outdoors in Barcelona tonight and asks who would like to go. Every han
Breakfast