One thing you probably don’t usually notice is missing from hotel bathrooms: a scale. When traveling, you tend to eat out as you have no kitchen to cook in, and restaurant food is usually not too healthy. In London, I had lots of fish & chips, in Madrid it was tons of chorizo (often with cheese), in Greece is was Souvlaki, in Rome it was pizza and gelato. While Sachi often reined me in, I ate a heck of a lot more bad stuff than usual over the span of three weeks. Hey, it was our honeymoon!

I got on the scales just now: I gained only one kilo.

Must have been all the walking. One day in Rome, for example, we walked about 10 km, probably more with backtracking and roaming around inside places like the Roman Forum. We walked most days for considerable distances, relatively speaking. It must have been a lot; I recall my feet getting really tired after a day of walking in London and after going through the Prado in Madrid, but was surprised how well we still felt after going through the Vatican Museum.

Nevertheless, I am sticking to my pledge of more exercise and dieting upon return.