We were playing another one of those coliseums made of dry wood with the crew still smoking in the grid. They had a raked stage, so when I was wheeled out on the bed as Mme. After a seven hour bus ride from Porto, we ended up in Gijon, on the northern coast of Spain. I took out my little guidebook and thought, Hmm, Gijon is not all that far from Pamplona. He and the stage crew were much more interesting than most of the other actors.
Techies usually are, as a rule.
We left for Pamplona after the second show on Sunday. We pulled into Pamplona at eight in the morning. The streets were full of bedraggled people wearing red handkerchiefs, either hung over or still drunk. We were in pretty good shape, ourselves. I decided that if I didn't, and had to hear everyone else talk about it, I'd regret it for the rest of my life.