For the next ten days Me and My Conscience will engage in mano a mano battle in the pregnancy prohibition against wine, cured meats and unpasteurized cheese while we're in Spain. We'll split our vacation time between Barcelona and Madrid during this last big trip as a twosome, plus a make quickie visit to the Tate Modern during our London layover. I'm really looking forward to spending time with our friends over there, revisiting awesome places (first stop: la Boqueria!) and sampling all the churros in Madrid while forcing myself to take it easy.
One friend advises "let's be European about" the booze issue while another says a taste of "Ribera del Duero won't kill ya, or the kid." Both true. Maybe I'm being too careful about the cured meats, too; I generally take the better safe than sorry route. But after my first exposure to bullfights I might lose my taste for flesh anyway. All the more likely if we only manage to catch shitty fights in Madrid because we're arriving at the tail end (so to speak) of San Isidro and have to travel to a smaller town for a better cartel. Still, I ain't complaining.