In this week’s story, a woman and her husband go grocery shopping buck naked and attend sex parties every night: 32, married, France.

DAY ONE

10 a.m. We arrive in Barcelona from Houston. Our hope is to beat the jet lag by going out tonight, but first, we need a nap.

3:30 p.m . Our dog sitter back home calls to tell us that he’s watching our car being towed and they won’t release it to him because he’s not on our insurance. I’m enraged. Back when I was a lawyer, I dreamt of suing cities for predatory parking policies like these. My husband, M, handles the people on the phone. He is still a lawyer, and it shows.

6 p.m. I’ve made a list of every gluten-free restaurant I want to try, and we start with one that’s just steps from our hotel in the hip neighborhood of Gràcia.

10:30 p.m.

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