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14 October 2009
I don’t speak Spanish, and I don’t know a single person in Argentina, but as of today I’ll be a ciudadano of Buenos Aires (see, I’ve already started massacring the language)! OK, it’s only a 2-month transplant, but it should be an awesome round-off to a spectacularus year of adventure. So here goes. I’m writing this eating breakfast with a plastic knife and fork in the airport lounge. I mean really, plastic knives and forks?? Tonight I’ll be getting started on the world’s best steaks, and tomorrow… who knows? Spanish lessons, a couple of flamenco guitar lessons, some gigs, a lot of sidewalk coffees, new routines, and plenty of time to write new songs for the record I’ll record in Sweden or Norway early next year. Some people get their kicks from the familiar. I need change, and loads of it. So goodbye Cape Town, for a little while... Buena suerte! Adios…
