Show a little faith there's magic in the night
Earlier this year, Oliver and I had more or less agreed that we would skip travelling to the US in 2026. The political climate feels severe and, even from a distance, it affects the whole world. Neither of us really felt particularly eager to contribute to the current administration by spending our money there. Then... Continue Reading →
After a couple of slower-paced days filled with gelato, sightseeing, and the book signing, Thursday arrived—Show Day! To this day, I always get butterflies in my stomach when it’s finally time for a concert. This one felt especially charged: the second Milan night and the last show of the tour. Since Sunday, we’d been trying... Continue Reading →
We arrived early Sunday morning and Milan greeted us with two things: brutal heat (35°C) and a not-so-warm welcome at the hotel. Our room wouldn’t be ready until 15:00 and the staff gave off such a bad vibe that we decided to carry our backpacks around rather than leave them. To kill time and to... Continue Reading →
After a rest day in Cologne with time for laundry and recovery, I was back with Oliver again and on our way to Gelsenkirchen. Sylvia and her friend Martina were going to drive us there and back, so we wouldn’t have to deal with overcrowded trains. We had some doubts about this one. Many fans... Continue Reading →
🚌 Saying Goodbye & Arriving in San Sebastián As I mentioned in my last post, Oliver had to head back to Cologne and work, but he persuaded me to stay. So, after a bittersweet goodbye, I caught the bus from Bilbao to San Sebastián. It’s only about an hour and twenty minutes and the road... Continue Reading →
We arrived in Bilbao the day before the concert, and it was hot, around 40°C and completely windless. We tried to do some sightseeing, but had to go back to the hotel and wait a while before heading out again at 9pm for a beer and some local pintxos. On the morning of the show,... Continue Reading →
After sitting out both Berlin and Prague, I have been nursing a proper case of FOMO. Oliver having been at both, was sending updates and photos while I followed along from a distance, equally happy for him and equally envious. I knew I couldn’t be everywhere, but it still stung a little to watch the... Continue Reading →
Springsteen weekend number four this year took us to Liverpool. Oliver flew in from Germany, I came from Gothenburg, and we met up in Manchester late on Friday night. So late, in fact, that by the time the bus dropped us off in Liverpool, it was already 1:30 am Saturday morning. Apart from the concert,... Continue Reading →
After Manchester and Lille, it was finally time for Marseille. This was a show many of us had been waiting for, not just because it was next on the tour, but because it was one of the four that got postponed last year due to Bruce’s illness. We were actually just about to enter the... Continue Reading →
Another Springsteen trip, this time to Lille, France. I flew in to Brussels on Saturday morning, the day of the show. Leaving after work on Friday wasn’t really an option this time since the trains from Brussels Midi to Lille don’t run in the evening. I met up with Oliver at Brussels Midi, just as... Continue Reading →
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