The universe has a humbling way of bringing me back to reality. I was just telling (bragging) to a friend that I haven't gotten sick on this trip. Sure there were days that I didn't feel great, but - knock on wood - there hadn't been anything that took me out of action. Fittingly, the same night that I made my boast I came down with a nasty case of food poisoning. I believe it was the bbq chicken at the buffet in Barcelona. Ironic that it happened in Barcelona instead of one of the more rustic locales and ironic that I won my own bet regarding the first person to puke. We had to travel to Madrid the next day which wasn't great timing, but Kristin and the kids helped me through it. Traveling as a team.