Salsa-ed

It´s morning. I know this fact for a few reasons. Mainly the ball of fire is in the sky again, my body tried to sleep and my head and thighs ache.
Why?
Well, can´t account for celestial movements, just my own. I went out last night. Despite my oath of ´no more drinking, let´s detox and become more healthy´, it was my last night in Madrid, people were willing to go out. The drink was free. The clubs were free. We drank therefore. We danced. It became late. It became early. It became late again and I had to check out.
About to sort through the 2 carrier bags I ´assembled´ as I headed to the bank to get the money which had been paid in at last (see yesterdays entry). And drink something vitamin-y that´ll hopefully chase away the salsa-dancing dwarf living inside my skull who has done away with a pickaxe (as usual hangover) and teamed up with the mafia-training cough police (see facebook for explanations)

My shoes are shiny. My wallet is full. Onto Barcelona...