I seem to have this strange habit of getting sick and bringing up the contents of my stomach when I travel. First it was food poisoning (or so I believe) in England in 2006, more what-I-think-was-food-poisoning in Paris in 2007/08, and now some virus in Madrid, 2010.
You probably don't want to know the details, but all my lunch came up, I blocked the sink and slept about twenty hours. Now I have an excuse to do nothing at home! Life is good. But it did snow yesterday. Very pretty.