Sick

My sweet Tommy is very sick L things have taken a definite turn for the worst since last night. He can’t keep any food down, has serious chills, and is over all feeling terrible. We made the decision to cancel our 12-person dorm style hostel for tonight and stay one more night in the hotel.

Our plan for today is relax in the room till around 2:00, go buy Tommy’s train pass (he didn’t have his passport yesterday when we FINALLY made it there, but I love him anyways) and then hopefully check out Palais Royal if he’s feeling up to it. Although we have a hostel booked for Thursday night in Barcelona, there is nothing available anywhere in the city for Friday or Saturday night – the other two nights we were planning on spending there. Man. We are not sure what to do about this at all – any advice would be greatly appreciated.

On a happier note, although the local cuisine hasn’t been helping with the bug living in Tommy’s tummy… I am loving it! Our first experience with tapas was interesting – kind of like a glorified hotdog, only dismantled. Dinner last night though was exquisite! We shared two dishes, chicken with mushrooms and spicy potatoes and traditional paella. Wine and beer for me, Sprite for Tommy (which I must say earned him an disapproving look from our waiter - my kind of place no doubt). Yum. A little while later, poor Tommy got very sick in the bathroom of a bar while I sat outside and enjoyed the most delicious sangria and olives I have ever tasted. Not only did I feel guilty for enjoying these simple delicacies while Tommy was in such bad shape, but it’s becoming very clear to me that if we don’t get him well and eating – he’s going to have a very plump girlfriend by the end of this trip.

glorified hot dog. sonoran? not so sure.

paella, chicken, potatoes, oh my!

Love you all, more updates on Tommy’s health to come.

Alyson