Hi again,

Here we are, another day in Paris, waiting to leave the hotel and go to the restaurant and be back soon to prepare the tomorrow’s game. I’ve write about nothing but tennis. I’m always talking about how I prepare a match and so on, so today I’m going to write about the restaurant where we go for dinner almost diary.

It’s a little Italian restaurant, called Restaurante Napolitano. Spectacular. They serve the best pizza in the whole Paris, and the best pasta, also. I always order it with mushrooms and prawns. It’s the same I cook myself at Wimbledon, but they do it much better.

Vittorio Selmi, of the ATP, showed me this restaurant. Vitto knows absolutely everything. Lately, he’s not in his best moment, so I’m sending him my best regards and a big hug. ¡Hold on, Vitto!

Yesterday, we arrived at the restaurant at 9, like always when I play early. Yesterday, due to the rain, the match was stopped for more than an hour and, with all the post-match work, we left the tournament at 7 and a half.

When I arrive at the hotel, I keep working. Rafa Maymo, my physiotherapist, gives me a massage. You might think ‘a massage? It rules!’ but it’s not the kind the massage you enjoy, but the kind of sport massage that hurts.

So, I’m going to dinner. Tomorrow is my third match in a row if it doesn’t rain.

Cheers,

Rafa