Day 71 - Squashed Grapes

Woke up in the same lovely hostel in Weimar today where we had band breakfast about 11am before heading into town for another busking session. It was weirdly identical to yesterday even down to the same moustached man walking past the very front of the band eating his bratwurst sausage roll in exactly the same fashion starting at us all individually while he chewed...


When we were waiting this evening to get into the hostel we were playing the throw the grape as high as you can and see if you can get it in your mouth... Declan is definitely the champion and I however... well... yeah...


If the pressures in life seem crushing you down...
Think of a crushed grape that produces wine...
The pressures you have in life...
Only brings out the best in you...

Anon