Almost as soon as I got back from the Story Tellers’ conference, I plunged into a storm of tour guiding. El Time, La Zarza and the Roque one day, a walking tour of Santa Cruz at the weekend, down the south for volcanoes and wine and up north to the laurel forest and rum factory. In the process, I was paid to eat salad, cheese, sponge cake, bananas, and chocolate biscuits, and to drink coffee, wine and rum.
I have such a teribly hard life.
(Actually I did get tired, and I kept working with a sore throat, but still.)