Familiarity

Is it bad that I've been sitting on the couch with Travis for three days now, watching reruns of Will & Grace? I've tried my best to show him the sights (we walked by the Prado and everything) but I find that the most comfortable, comforting thing is to curl up on the couch and watch something we've always watched together. Why is the familiar so achingly wonderful? But don't get the wrong impression, as we actually have done quite a bit of walking and seeing palaces, city squares, parks, and mountains. We've also done a lot in the way of eating during his visit, which is something I'm quite proud of; my stomach virus had taken away my hunger and my will to live, but miracles have happened and I'm eating everything but doorknobs again. I must be stopped.