So, while we were on our trip to Naples and Pompeii, we were fortunate enough to find another couple, a husband and wife who work for the WHO in the Congo. Great couple, lots of fun and good conversations all around. This was the couple with whom we had dinner at Ristochicco twice (totally recommend, if you haven't figured that part out yet). Apparently, during one of these dinners, Jim and I got to discussing where to go on vacations for next time. They were planning on Greece, while I have been making tentative plans to try to take the kids to England in a couple years (good place for a first trip overseas inasmuch as they have English-speakers there).
Somehow during the course of dinner, Jim and I managed to agree that we would go to Spain next summer. Not just Spain, but Pamplona. To run with the bulls.
I still am not entirely sure how we came to this agreement, but I think it's already planned.
The spouse was nonplussed, apparently.
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Funny enough, I will be there next July though my wife refuses to let me run. I have some time to convince her though...
After you run with the bulls, are you going on a cattle drive next?
Cattle drive sounds intriguing, though a little premature. I'm not yet 40...
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