I'd say I was still in the semi-critical ward, waiting for a stent to be inserted, when a nurse from the cardiac rehabilitation service at Hospital del Mar came in. Very kindly, she informed me of the new life that awaited me if I wanted to buy as few copies as possible to repeat the less-than-recommendable experience of a heart attack. One of the sheets she handed me was a proposal for breakfast, lunch, snacks, and dinner for fourteen days. I read it, and that feast of Burgos cheese, boiled chard, and natural yogurts knocked my socks off. I don't know if following that menu to the letter would increase my life expectancy—I suppose it would—but as the joke goes, all the added time would seem very long.