Last supper

Back at the apartment for some rest I have a glass or two from the complimentary bottle of red wine we were left in the room when we arrived. We then head downstairs to the restaurant for a final supper. Katarina isn't hungry but I offer to eat what she leaves. I then make the mistake of ordering a big meaty Romanian dish alongside a rack of ribs for Katarina. This followed a starter of calamari and is followed by desserts of chocolate soufflé. It's all way too much. When I eventually return to our room I am almost falling asleep. It's been two very long and exhausting days and I crash in our bedroom sauna while Katarina stays up with my phone.