Giro de Europa

In this wonderful world of web wondering, I have decided to allow all of my friends and family to officially stalk me whilst I wonder away on wild wing weck - no, not buffalo's.

Please feel free to check back here any time over the course of June 27th through July 27th to receive up to date (hopefully) postings and news coverage of the man, the myth, the "god walking amongst mere mortals": Joe D.

So this whole ordeal started a long long time ago, in a land far far away (Zaragoza Spain, 1992 to be exact) when my parents went off to see the running of the bulls but determined that I was much too young to witness such a gruesome tradition. So here it is, 15 years and one continent later as I am about to embark on my own personal venture to a small city in Northern Spain for a period a weekend. And yes, the trip to San Fermin was just a clever excuse for a long and elaborate boondoggle throughout the entire continent - but I digress.

A few housekeeping items:
Apart from this main entry, don't even start to question me on my grammatical context and usage. I will be paying no attention to the common rules and, for the most part, will be purposely ignoring them (sorry to all those orthographical and grammatical sticklers amongst us).
I'm not bringing my laptop, so I don't know how my connectivity will be from city to city. But I will try to keep this up to date. I will also try to get pics up here as well.
This is a loose tour. Not much is set in stone, you will be kept abreast of the ongoings at what I hope to be a torrid pace.


Kind Regards,
-the 10th wonder of the world

post script: you can all thank one David J Lamb for that last ego inflating quote. personally, i think i deserve it.
post post script: i'm not sure what the 8th or 9th wonders are, but i know i'm the 10th. "germans? pearl harbor?" - leave it, i'm on a roll.