Que gorda! My overeating can finally be explained…it seems I’m actually eating for two and have the swollen ankles to prove it! (apparently what happens in Portugal doesn’t stay in Portugal after all).

Just kidding!  This is actually the result of my senora thinking I’m the fat roommate that needs larger portions at each meal and I’m too polite to refuse (plus, bocadillos for ‘brunch’ and gelato for ‘linner’ probably doesn’t help either).  

No, but really. I have no idea why my feet swelled up, leaving me with cankles the size of tennis balls. It could be from all the walking or maybe dehydration, but all I know is that I got off the bus in Morocco ankle-less (don’t worry, they have since returned and I will never take them for granted again).