In Madrid

I broke my vegetarianism accidentally for the first time, for a total of maybe seven times I have broken my vegetarianism on this trip. Sean often buys meat from supermarkets, and I´ll occasionally have a little taste, mostly out of curiousity for what European meat tastes like (It´s unsurprisingly familiar). I broke my vegetarianism in Carcassone to try a regional speciality called Cassoulet, which is a casserole dish composed of a hunk of duck, a gratuitous sasusage, and white beans. It was hella medieval, served in a heavy clay bowl, but it was a taste of France. Today, the restaurant we went to near the Reina Sofia museum had a good menu del dia, and we entered this placed called ´la sede´despite some apprehension I had for the slick industrial chic design. Think decadent ikea catalogue. The meat snuck into the dish I ate, though I´m sure it wouldn´t have seemed so sneaky to someone who read Spanish, but I ate it, becauseÍ´m on vacation, and hey, it´s european cusine.
Also, I slept in my first bed last night, after five weeks of camping.