A parrilla in espana
After covering Madrid on foot, you’d think I’d just want to pass out rest before dinner. You’d be correct. Then my dad got inspired and somehow dragged me into checking out the hotel gym with him. “Just to see it.” One thing led to another and suddenly I was roped into a 5:30 pm workout date with my pops. Damn. I had totally come to peace with my exercise free vacay. Sure I was slightly annoyed that I had wasted precious cargo space on my running shoes and other cardio gear, but I like being… Read more >