Baden Baden was a break from the temptations of touring. I stuck to a fruit fast to clean out my system. In the morning I would climb one of the hills overlooking the town and then go to the Friedrichsbad and soak in the thermal waters. It was mostly naked old men of the larger build. Not a memory I will treasure.
In the afternoon I was entoombed in my hotel room working on songs for the upcoming recording session and trying to shake the beast of booking from my back. It would have been easier with a bottle of wine instead of the fruit bowl, but it's only with suffering that one can truly appreciate pleasure.
Breakfast, lunch and dinner
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