Matthew and Jennifer arrived early sunday. They stayed up all day battling jetlag. For those of you who don't know what that's like, wash and Ambien down with half a bottle of Nyquill and go explore a new city.

Matthew insists we call him Juanjamin. Jen and I insist that Juanjamin find us churros. Juanjamin has failed us repeatedly.

Last night we ate at Cafe Mama, a swanky little spanish joint where Christmas lights adorn the yellow, red and green walls. Afterwords we went to Belchica, a Belgian beer bar, and drank our weight in Belgian beer while playing a makeshift version of "Go Fish." (None of us could remember the real rules)
Will someone please clarify the official rules for us?

This weekend we're traveling to Sardinia, in island off the coast of Italy. Google it, drool all over your Banana Replublic luxury blend sweater, and get back to me.

Taste the funny,
DML