I just flew in from England and, man, are my arms tired!

But seriously, folks. I’m back in Barcelona and damn, it’s cold! I left here last week in the middle of a beautiful Spanish autumn and I think the bitter British winter must have stowed away in my lugagge because it’s here now. Five days in England was lovely, relaxing, and just what the doctor ordered. Sure, it was cold there, too. Colder, in fact. But houses in England have these strange inventions called “heating” and “insulation”. We, on the other hand, are apparently stuck somewhere in the 18th century. Thank goodnes the really cold bits only last for a couple months here. To make the most of it, Jan and I are planning our first ski trip of the year. Next week, Jan, myself, and six friends will be driving up to Andorra for a breath-taking four day ski holiday! It’s good to be king.