Alicante, Spain

43. Forty-bastard-three. When did that happen? I'm sure I was still in my twenties just a few months ago. Ah well, I of all 43-year-olds can hardly have grounds to complain. Still living the dream. For example, here in Alicante I'm having a few nights of drunken debauchery & riotous revelry with my good mate Mark. I can divulge no further details. Lo que sucede en Alicante, queda en Alicante.