Introduction

A few years back, my then girlfriend in Naofianze got us a private flight on a hot air balloon for my birthday. We were traveling to Barcelona after a good friend of a marriage in France the week before. It was a stormy day in Spain so our guys were scouring the countryside trying to find a clear pocket of air where we could get above the clouds. As we floated up through the clouds thicker than whole milk, I asked Javier how he knew where the other balloon was. He's shrugged then pulled a rope which shot a giant fireball into a balloon that had an ad for the 1992 Olympics on it.