On the road again

Day One

Already on the bus to the airport, leaving Lena. Joy and the Feeling of missing already Torill and my home. 7 O’clock.

Long summer day in Washington. Long snake at the Customs, coming to America. The officer at the desk asked me what I’ll do  here and I told him that I will meet again a bunch of old friends. Then he put a stamp on my brand new Pass and wish me a nice stay in USA. 

Mario Anaya, the organizer of the Events picked me up at the Airport and said he’ll drive me to Juan Ramon Crespo’s home. He is one of my old pals, also a singer like me who lives here who has invited me for dinner at his home and to sleep over after, to talk about the good old days and and catch up with each other doings.
The evening