What an adventure the last 24 hours have been … and before.  There’s so much to say and so little energy to say it.  I’ll start with a few words.  Much more later.

I’m exhausted.  Slept two hours in the middle of the day.  I have today and tomorrow to explore Lille but I sure haven’t done much so far.  And I’m fine with that.  My body is speaking.

There’s something I’ve done that I’ve never done before – practice my music two hours a day for seven or eight days.  The cello and me.  We performed with about 35 other cellists yesterday afternoon.  The two of us are brothers … I feel it.  Tired brothers.  The intensity has caught up with me.

It’s so unrealistic to expect me to be “on” all the time, but it’s what my small, petty voice pushes at me.  Well, dear voice, you’re entitled to your opinion but I travel elsewhere.

That’s enough words for the moment.  I’m off in search of a restaurant that serves pesto pasta.