We drove from Thun, Switzerland to Turin (Torino), Italy, to play another cool festival.
There are only a few border checkpoints left in Europe. Somehow, I always wind up talking to the guards at those checkpoints. In Slovenia, the guards who stopped us looked like Sophia Loren, in the '60s. (faints) I forgot my own name. Yes, they were that beautiful...
The Italian guards were serious as a heart murmur, and not particularly attractive. Ha!
Direct eye contact and articulate, direct answers are important. Then, Poof! Passports back in hand, ease on down the road.
Arrived safely in Turin, checked into the hotel, and had a sumptuous, Italian meal, followed by a little grappa.
Madonnn ... (no 'a') is the expression I'll use to describe said meal.
Ok, now to enjoy the two days off in Turin.
Stay tuned.
P.S. I have a couple of vignettes for you, featuring our "French Connection." I'll speak with Doumé, our sound engineer, and our bassist, Hikit Corbel. They are two Frenchmen who will give you their perspective on being on the road with bunch of American savages.
Merci Beaucoup,
-Winston Watson
Go here to read Day 9 of XIXA's tour diaries.
