Happy New Year! In keeping with tradition (or one of them anyhow) I hobbled over to Barrio Santa Cruz at lunchtime with Peter to visit my two favourite bars there. First up was Las Teresas where we arrived just in time to grab a couple of bar stools in front of the jamón cutting station (my happy place). Ordered some cava and raised a glass (and some jamón) to Dan Jamón as that was his happy place too. Then we went around the corner to Casa Román for some sherry and tapas. 

I don’t get over to the ol’ hood much these days – I used to be around there at least 2-3 times a week on my tapas tours – because what should be just over a 20 minute walk now takes almost an hour of slow painful hobbling. So while it was lovely to see everyone, and they were all so happy to see me too, it made me realise how much I miss my “old life”, and the people in it, and being able to, you know, walk. 

While at Casa Román I was chatting with Manolo (he’s just behind the sherry glasses in the pic below) and later remembered that he’s had surgery for either his knee or hip, can’t remember. And I thought, well he’s a big guy, must weigh at least as much as me… so then I wondered why I am being fat shamed by doctors and denied proper treatment when a large (not fat) man weighing the same or more than me isn’t. It would seem that weight isn’t the issue after all. Anyhow, I will start that fight up again after my birthday. Because I really really really want my life back.