A Walk to Remember — Barcelona is Beautiful, Especially When You Get Your Butt Off Your Sofa
<p>I made myself get out of my flat.</p>
<p>My “I’m one home manicure away from becoming Howard Hughes” jokes are becoming more of a manifestation than casual satire.</p>
<p>Also, I’m not saying my cardiologist yelled at me the other day, but there were some stern words about dropping a few kilos.</p>
<p>“Wow, did you just call me fat?” I asked.</p>
<p>“No, but it’s important for a man your age to get a little more exercise than you do.”</p>
<p>“Great. So now I’m fat, old, and lazy. <em>Muchas gracias, Dr. Miguel. Que amable eres.</em>”</p>
<p>He started giggling behind his mask, “No, no, no.”</p>
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