Took a cable car from the marina to the top of Mont Juic. I am afraid of heights, so I clung to Laurie's Hazan's ankle the entire time. Apparently there was a mountain high enough.

Once on top of the Mountain, I saw all the Olympic stadiums, and a life-sized hedge maze. Man, did I get lost, despite the maze being closed. I bought a bag of peanuts and they reminded me of summer days at Wrigley Field, minus the sweltering heat and dizzying Old Style buzz.

We walked down the mountain via the stairs of the MNAC, an ancient castle turned art museum. We walked to my new apartment to showcase it to the lovely ladies I was escorting. I put on Mowtown greatest hits and I taught a spastic Brooke Glazer (Mourice Korie's cousin) how to dance. I am thinking about turning our new apartment into a dance studio. It's only fair I share my G-D-given gift with the world.

I just bought 95 Euros worth of groceries and and going to prepare a feast. I probably won't be able to dance for a few days afterwards.

Ding dong ditch,
DML