I remember the first time I went to Murcia was after a gig in Cabo Roig with Paddy Casey. We went there for one night and stayed a whole week. I’d like to blame Paddy’s charm. I don’t know how he does it but we keep postponing life whenever we’re near him. Of course, I’d like to make clear i’m saying this in a very good way. I had some friends there, in Murcia, and I remember one of them…
Although I’ve never been a fan of all-you-can-eat restaurants, I’ve always found a great comfort in buffet breakfast at hotels. I think it reminds me about my childhood when I used to travel to exotic countries with my parents. That moment of the day was my favourite part, no matter where in the world. I remember a hotel in Tunisia, where I discovered the difference between soft and hard boiled eggs could be a matter of minutes. They labeled…
Ireland. The land of Guinness, rain, butter, potatoes and music. Probably the best description one can ever give. I already said I’ve been spending Christmas in Ireland for a long time now. Well, except for the Guinness, my Christmas are pretty much those things: rain, butter, potatoes and music. And as far as music is concerned, I couldn’t be happier. This year was a bit different from others. We always take part in a benefic event on Christmas eve to raise…
I’ve been travelling to Ireland by car for half a decade now, and I still love it. I think it has something to do with being a musician. I’ve always loved being on the road, staying awake for hours driving, stopping at cities you can’t remember the name of and, of course, eating regional food. Two days ago, one of those cities was Tours, in France. I’ve always wanted to stop there, but never actually did because we were to…