Mis Viajes

Last stop in Austria: Vienna. And I'll be honest from the start: I barely took any photos. I was furious.

Today was supposed to be Gigi D'Agostino's second night in Austria: June 5 at the TipsArena in Linz. It was the other half of the plan.

I got to Innsbruck after a whole day on the train from Berlin. I didn't sleep a minute because there were transfers and I was terrified of missing my stop. I got off with my hair all over the place, without having eaten anything all day, and with a strange mix of exhaustion and anger.

Now that I'm on the train to Innsbruck I can sit down and write this properly. Berlin left me speechless, and that doesn't happen often.

I made it to Berlin. Long flight, back destroyed, and two ladies sitting next to me who I'm completely certain have added me to their permanent blacklist of travel companions. It's not like I did anything wrong, technically. The problem is I fell asleep.

Last party night in Ibiza, and Black Coffee had the honors of closing the cycle. UNVRS turned out to be the most expensive club of the entire trip — but I have zero regrets.

Today was official recovery day.

I'd been hearing for days that DC10 was something else entirely. That nothing compared to it. And yes, they were right — but I needed to see it myself to really get it.

Last night was Keinemusik at Pacha. And it was probably the last time I'll set foot there — not because something dramatic happened, but simply because it didn't click for me. The set was solid, Keinemusik does what they do and there's not much to complain about musically.

Last night was Chinois. And if there's one thing I have to admit before anything else, it's that the place humbles you the moment you walk in. It's not just another club. It's genuinely elegant — not that inflated "elegant" promoters use to sell expensive tickets.

First time at Pacha Ibiza. And probably not the last on this trip — I'm coming back twice more. The place has been around since 1973, founded by Ricardo Urgell on an island that back then was a refuge for hippies, artists, and people escaping Francoist Spain.

Today was a chill day. After the night at 528 and everything that came with it, the plan was simple: visit the iconic Café del Mar, watch the sunset, eat something decent, and survive.