Forget Dropping Balls

Ken AshfordRandom Musings1 Comment

The best New Year’s I’ve ever had was in Madrid Spain.  In the Nocheviela ("Old Night") festivities, people gathered in the town plaza and, by tradition, ate a grape for each of the 12 bell tolls.

You’re supposed to wear red underwear too — for good luck in the coming year — but I didn’t.  A few days later my passport was stolen.