Now that Julio Iglesias has reached the fine, sweet age of 67, you've gotta wonder why he continues to hustle for grandmothers across the globe. Maybe his tanning and Botox bills are drowning him alive. Or maybe it's filial rivalry that keeps him stalking the stage.
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Most Miamians would be spending their grand, golden years metabolizing entire bottles of Havana Club and crazily puffing Cohibas by the pool while playing rapid-fire $100 hands of fichas with a former Miss Hialeah hired as an "in-home nurse." But Don Julio isn't most people.
You don't survive a car crash and four decades in the biz, record 77 albums, move 300 million units, and spawn eight children by taking it easy. Obviously, Iglesias is a bit of a workaholic. And you can bet he'll be out on the road soliciting panties from grannies right up till the day his tan finally fades forever.