I woke up a bit before 6am this morning to the familiar rumble in my stomach that told me I was going to be sick. I spent the next 30-45 minutes fighting the pain and the waves of nausea before I couldn’t fight it anymore. I proceeded to spend the next 4 hours getting sick.
Why am I telling you this?
Because I’ve realized that getting sick is the one time when I’m traveling that I really, really want to go home. [Read more…] about Day 19: Being Sick in a Foreign Country