I’m just about recovered enough to report on the events of the past few days, although admittedly it still requires considerable effort to co-ordinate my fingers on the keyboard! The party of course was a huge success. As soon as Dylan arrived on stage looking extremely hot, cool and oozing sex appeal all at the same time, the crowd of about eighty guests went wild and then when he picked up his guitar and started to play they went completely insane!. Immediately we were all up dancing, drinking and lip – syncing to tracks we hardly knew, enjoying the last real blast before the Mediterranean winter. The floorboards shuddered as we rocked the city until sunrise and even then Dylan continued to play until the last man was left standing which, as it so happened was not a man but a woman, me! In fact, I hadn’t sat down all night, evidence of which could be found in my pink swollen feet, skinned to the bone by shoe leather and sweat.
Once the guests had finally left we joined Dylan’s friend Carlo and his wife for brunch at the ‘Federal’ cafe, yet another great place in Barcelona serving hearty breakfasts. Our eggs benedictine, spinach, bacon and delightfully oily french toast, washed down with strong black coffee, helped to soak up some of the alcohol, or at least enough to get us back to our hotel room. Dylan, it turns out, has not only incredible stamina but amazing hands too! After a very long hot shower (separately of course) he insisted on giving me a foot massage.
It was simply sensational, both strong enough to relieve the tension in my calves and gentle so as not to hurt my tender toes after too many hours spent crushed in stilettos. By the time we were ready to leave for the airport I was walking on air. Dylan too was on a high, the spring in his stride and lightness in his mood telling signs of a man who lived for his music and the joy of entertaining others with it.
Flying over Sicily he leaned across to see Sicily out of the window beside me and suddenly blurted, “Come to Greece with me.” “What?” I said, both surprised and confused “Yes” he said beaming with delight, ” I have a friend there planning to sail back to Malta next week. Come with us. It’ll be fun!” Excitement danced behind his eyes and I felt something stir inside me, the thrill of travel and exploring something new.
“Sure,” I said without thinking at all, which now I am beginning to realize, is probably a better way to approach this life!