A Rolling Passport Gathers No Moss

Well, I’ve been back home in Barcelona for two weeks now. That means that it’s time to set off on another international adventure!

Tomorrow morning, Jan and I fly to Wales to perform The Treasure of the Puta Madre (the show we brought to Edinburgh this summer) at the Swansea Fringe Festival. I’ve never been to Wales before! Just trying to imagine what the country will be like boggles my already twisted mind. I imagine a desolate land with chalky grey rolling hills topped with little toupees of green shrubbery; wide-eyed yet bland citizens with pale complexions; strange salty smells; and colors having nothing to do with either blue or green that my eyes have never seen before. Of course, this is all conjecture. I’ll report my findings upon my safe return early next week.

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